Category: Visual Art

Sardines Can14

Alicja Kozlowska is a textile artist living in Poland. She creates 3D embroidered felt sculptures of everyday objects drawing inspiration from the reality that surrounds us, consumerism and everyday...

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Roundel Bows

Kim Rae Taylor is a visual artist and educator. She currently serves as associate professor of fine art for the University of Cincinnati Clermont College. She received her MFA from the College of...

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The Long Afternoon

Kate Peper is excited by gardens of all kinds, in whatever state of glory or disrepair, being naturally drawn to the push and pull between extreme dark and light, natural and man-made objects....

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Untitled

Despy Boutris has had writing published in Copper Nickel, American Poetry Review, TheGettysburg Review, Colorado Review, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. Currently, she serves as poetry editor for...

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Conscience Round

Brendan Egan The pharmaceutical cocktail necessary for lethal injection being unavailable, the State had determined, pursuant to sentencing matrices, XXXXXXXXXXX should be executed by a firing squad...

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April 18, five inches of snow

Carolyn Oliver And the world’s the same, lessa few smashed tulips.The melting comes beforethe hyacinths I cut yesterdaybell open.The fleshiness of the flowers!As if they relish the endthe stems...

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Cosmology

John McKernan I sometimes go to sleepWith a white umbrellaSuspended above meIts black spotlightOf shadows blanketingWhat must be calledMy Body    Who needs a home?What cries for a roof?   ...

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Elegy Ending with A Burnt Out Light Bulb

John McCarthy I went to church by myself the other day after having given up      on God. I swear the light falling through the stained glasslooked like your initials—it even sounded like...

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Flora Has an Ego

David O’Connell The way bright tulips launch themselves from bulbs and nearly hyperventilate each spring.  And how the fair-bound pumpkin swells like some past king   announcing gross...

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Good Luck

James Miller The priest satnext to meon the planeto Rapid City. He was suffering.Flushed cheeks, clenchedjowls. His ziplocked icehad mostly meltedby the timewe leftthe tarmac. Still,he heldthat...

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