Invoke your personal basketball gods with David Anderson‘s annual prayer for your brackets.
“I pinned these things down / for you, penned them / so you will know them first / in black and white.”
Three new poems from Susanna Baird.
“I was never going to be one of those people standing alongside other creative movers and shakers, guiding photographers through hallways beautifully decorated with antiques. As much as I hate to admit it, no one wants to take a tour of my old PEZ dispensers.” New work from Alex Ebel.
Gene Schmidt on a “humorous practice” that may be nearly as old as the fortune cookie.
“I saw the abducted baby being brought in on the back of a pick-up truck, the blanked lifted by the wind. She was half-eaten by dogs – they found her on a garbage landfill site. ” A new prose poem by Rose Mary Boehm.
“Well well well. Look who’s come to me, the last person they ever wanted to come to for help,
for help.” Evan Eggers lays down the law.
“The tragedy of “Montage of Heck” is in the annihilation of the sacred space that must exist between the artist and his art for the illusion to be sustained.” A review by Jenn-Anne Gledhill
“The way my hands form into shapes I once found near impossible at the thought of a letter, shocks me. It’s a form of mastery that at fifteen, I didn’t believe myself capable of.” Ryan Bradley tells his story of the Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand.”
“you come here alone/to feel at home, naked/sure the sunlight is melting/flowing over her, darkening” New poetry by SImon Perchik
“Swedish writer: I can see that this will be important.” A look at writers around the world from Robin Wyatt Dunn.