Poetry
Cormorant Complicate
Poetry by Talia Reed
at 5:30 in the afternoon she fumbled out of the dark bedroom,
into a kitchen.
an example of highly unusual fauna.
she googled the word. »
Maps
Poetry by Diego Báez
What besides the white roofs of school buses,
powder blue power plants alongside oxbow lakes,
unmanned aircraft and empty envelopes?
Purple martins in the smoke of Blue. »
Baby Eater
Poetry by Sharon Cicilian
Over Easter brunch her mother-in-law inquired,
Why haven’t you given me any grandbabies yet?
The eyes of her in-laws fixated on her. She. »
Discussing The Ravenous Audience with Kate Durbin
“One of the things I really wanted to do in the book was to hold the audience responsible at the same time as hold the woman responsible.”
“I think poets are rock stars. I don’t know why they don’t think they are.”
“Something I’ve been doing since the book has been “finished” is thinking about how the book isn’t. »
Q&A with Featured Poet Lisa McCool-Grime
“I wish that my relationship to my poetry was all skinny dipping and swashbuckling,”
“I’ve been amazed at how willing the Muse is to squeeze into a new mother’s chaotic schedule. There’s no time to sit around waiting for her arrival.”
“I would like my art at its core to be a statement of faith: faith in my own artistic impulses and faith in the capacity of humans to honor expressed creativity.”. »
Ex-Sleazy-Nasties
Poetry by Robert Lamirande
The dashboard thermostat hits 101°,
and while this heat wave is nothing new,
lately it’s got people talking. For instance,
when I brush my teeth, my gums won’t stop. »
Little Red’s Ride
Poetry by Kate Durbin
Spring-stink, the world heaves with lust.
Mother sniffs sex from the kitchen window:
Woodsmen stripping trees,
Housewives mounting. »
Ferns
A poem by Cara Dorris
School taught you they’re sad plants,
the only tissued ones
to never seed or flower,
never. »
Rooming with Your Bones
A poem by Heather Gustine
When they asked at the post office what you wanted
with a skeleton, you said you were studying
the human form. When they said, What?
The girlfriend’s not enough? you laughed,
and now request that I take care of. »
Splintered / Confessional Pt. II: “Confessions”
A poem by Anthony Frame
I would look terrible in my Rasta-
farina hat. The rainbow wig, bloated
with dreadful black hair, drowns my. »
Features
Prayer for My Fiancé before His Bachelor Party
Poetry by LaToya Jordan
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
However he be: drunk, sober, slipping strippers dollar bills, belligerent with a large group of men who look like him, I pray the Lord his soul to. »
The Music Of Psychology And The Schizophrenic
Fiction by Shome Dasgupta
Did you know? Did you know that he and he took out my spinal chord and used it as a piano-. »
An Interview with Steve Almond About Technology, Loneliness and the Splinter Generation
The main thing I see in the writing is this strain of what I call “hysterical lyricism.” Certain younger writers are just so saturated by visual media. »