Issue #75 October 2017

  • Contemporary Faroese and Danish Poetry

      I’ve been back in my home state of West Virginia for a couple of years now. One friend tells…

    Featured Selection
  • VANISHING POINT

    I learned it in art class, second grade,
  • Of Course

    If I wake at 3, ephemerality
  • Some Propositions with Children | Changing the Subject

    The child is completely immersed in childhood
  • BUD

    Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
  • LONG AFTER HE IS GONE | LAST OFFER

    All the summer’s night
  • Summer circa 1967-2xxx

    My mother & the other ladies
  • Michael Gregory Stephens: Angels on the Avenue: The Lower East Side When Poetry Was the World

    Angels on Second Avenue: The Lower East Side When Poetry Was the World   At the start of the 1960s,…

    Essays and Comment
  • BOOK OF HOURS

    A jostle of stars at the edge of the Crab Nebula pinpoints the heart of Taurus. Under the right conditions, with a
  • Editor’s Note

    Readers, as you will note, once more I have this month vacated my space in this note so that we…

    Editors Note
  • On the Grounds of the Zendo

    The face of the Buddha’s so smooth, she whispered,
  • FAMILY BATTLES | WITCH

    My uncle stares at the TV throughout
  • NOTES ON SILENCE

    The racket of birdsong wakes me at 4am, before first light.
  • Cave Milk

    How can it be Tomaz? How is it
  • from The Seven Deadly Sins

    You had always expected a sonnet from me
  • Nancy Chen Long: Light Into Bodies

    In “Lapidary,” arguably her most commanding poem, Nancy Chen Long constructs a lush and brooding narrative about a rock collector…

    Book Review