Not a Family
Here, she could carefully read the directions and administer the test. She could sit on the toilet watching the white stick’s cloudy window without the...
The Tourist Trail by John Yunker
Perhaps the competing narrative of Robert Porter, an FBI agent bound for a mission in Argentina, should have tipped me off, but if you'd told me after...
Fall contests! $1000s in prizes + publication
Greg Grummer Poetry Award: judged by Dan Beachy-Quick.
FIRST EVER! Nonfiction Contest: judged by Shauna Cross....
Rearview Mirror
Crossing the neutral ground through the tunnel, or one of the bridges, is like holding one's breath. Time seems to stop. Space does not exist. The matter of...
Hank: a book review
I have no love (nor hate, to be fair) for country music or folk singers, and zero involvement in their history. I have, therefore, no idea who Hank...
How We Respond is What It Means
In this time it is impossible not to love
at least one monster. Venom laces the air,
you are in a house with
the feeling of every light in...
Early in the Field
Early in the field—
I trace horizon where field makes horizon
gnashed with earth, scavenge for pieces in rubble...
Blunt Not the Heart
But there was one thought that he couldn’t shake from his mind. He pictured Peg with bloodied, four-fingered hands trying helplessly to pick up her own thumbs....