The Law of Return.

by Marko Fong

January 2008     Santa Tyrone, California Before you send another anonymous e-mail to Itzakh’s page, you touch the four corners of your c...

Germs From Blood.

by Brian Allen Carr

Trevor picks a crystal of salt off a pretzel and sets it on his tongue. It dissolves as he clicks his teeth. He drums his fingers on the table and t...


Two Poems.

by Zachariah Wells

Dramatic Stories We enter musical terrain governed by a private and public here. Technically speaking, this is neither mawkish nor mock- heroic. I d...

Two Poems.

by Carey Toane

Tahiti Treat Tastes like still life with seven fruit flavours. Tastes like resurrection mimosa. Tastes like pimple farm archipelago. Tastes like som...

Two Poems.

by Dave Margoshes

Snow In town, the snow begins to grey the moment it sets down, as if shocked by its own allure. Out here, it holds its whiteness deep into February ...

Two Poems.

by Catherine Graham

My Ear is Lost My mouth won’t “u” the way Mademoiselle wants it to. “Ew. Ew. Ew!” Her face bullets to a freckle. I taste her stale croissant on my t...

Two Poems.

by Darrel Alejandro Holnes

ba•by n. 1. Auburn, gold, and blossom cherry: our fingers, two rings and my tongue along your ear. / Electric lighter, gas stove good time/ Praying ...

Three Poems.

by Leigh Nash

  Commute And the afternoon puts on a brave face, puts up a collar against the cold. Two days ago, the weathervane found a new direction— it’s ...


by Robert Swereda

Robert Swereda’s poem, “Uninstalled” is available as a special pdf supplement. Uninstalled_by_Robert_Swereda...


“Life amid the Bones”: A Review of Dionne Brand’s Ossuaries.

by E Martin Nolan

William Carlos Williams famously wrote that “it is difficult/ to get the news from poems/ yet men die miserably everyday/ for lack/ of what is found there.” The news, it is assumed here, is only fit for the straight edges of multiple columns, while poems need to be able to amble, to waste abundant white space, allowing the reader to find in that space (and the words that bridge it) whatever is in poems that the news lacks. From one angle, this is hard to argue against. The newspaper’s ability to provide information  would certainly suffer from an increased concentration on rhythm and rhyme and a more abundant use of white space. But is the reverse true? Is the poem an improper location for the news? There is a tempting argument to support that position: poems should focus on timeless, universal truths, like beauty  and the human condition, and avoid the …...