ISSUE 7

New work by Glen Pourciau, Corey Van Landingham, Christopher Kempf, Jennifer Givhan, and more

ISSUE 6

New work by Patrick Rosal, Nathan Poole, Rachel Eliza Griffiths, Lee Sharkey, Nate Pritts, and many others.

TWO AMERICAS, TWO POETICS by Kate DeBolt

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On November 24, 2014, my Facebook News Feed forked: all at once I was reading two wholly different kinds of perspective, like dispatches from parallel dimensions. I remember because I was laid up for days with a fever-dream flu…

TWO POEMS by Corey Van Landingham

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From here, I see the up-thrust of collision,
how the Indio Hills have changed

through time. In a year, the sign says,
we will be standing two inches to the left…

FAILURE by Glen Pourciau

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I’d been holed up with a new project, and it seemed time to get out and breathe some fresh air and talk to people, an outcome that the solitary nature of my work sometimes led me to desire more than dread.

Between the Lines: An Interview with Benjamin Miller

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  In this installment of “Between the Lines,” Dustin Pearson talks with Benjamin Miller about journeys through the desert, words as objects, and poetic self-interrogation.

LINE DRAWINGS by Weston Cutter

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dear salt dear water scribbling difference between where
I can dryly stand+not dear sea dear shell dear Florida
from your panhandle I’m staring past seagulls flit
+scurrying across sand white as my unsunned torso

STEPHANIE SAYS by Alain Douglas Park

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A woman stands alone in the surf. She’s up to her mid-thighs in the water, warm Gulf of Mexico water, and she can feel the strong undertow of the sea. It pulls her legs and sucks the sand from under her feet. It’s tremendous—this undertow—a force of nature—powerful. But, she’s determined to stand in it. So, she does.

Lipochrome by Nathan Poole

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It did not go away—as everyone said it would. At nine months Ida was diagnosed with an obscure disorder. It was thought to be caused by an infection in the eyes at birth, a condition that amplifies the production of the rare pigments in the iris, increasing them until they dominate the eye. When most babies’ eyes shift from the lapis slate of infancy to their final and common color, Ida’s eyes turned wolf yellow and remained that way. They smoldered under her white bonnet like filament at low voltage.

ORIGIN OF GLASS by Marcelo Hernandez Castillo

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 it is winter again as we feel our way through
a bed of glass in the river
     we’ve been here before
     everything’s the same
     still the morning
still the pieces of glass
 we pile in the image of a child and praise…

The Burning by Peace Adzo Medie

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The potholes in the road were filled with muddy water because it had rained the night before. Some of the holes, jagged around the edges, were the size of mini craters and every time we reached one, we stomped our feet in it and sloshed the brown water on each other. We roared in excitement…