Poetry
Time Keeping
No. 30 • Matt Miller
Time was swallowing the children. / Time was an instant, a moment. / Time had all the cards.Apocrypha
Mysteries of Yesteryear
No. 30 • Joan Perucho
It actually wasn’t that hard to invoke spirits around a table. They were everywhere.Fiction
Brindis at Covadonga
No. 30 • Dagoberto Gilb
His brother was both more native and worldly, one whose life was as mysterious to him as it was obvious—as bright as yellow red and blue oil paint.Fiction
Ghosts
No. 30 • Sara Majka
I don’t blame you in a way. In a way? In all ways, in all ways I don’t blame you.Poetry
Night Sky with Blue Silo and a Bonfire
No. 30 • Idra Novey
We leaned into the weedfire / with all the wavering love we could endure receiving / from each other.Poetry
Two Poems: Joanna Klink
No. 30 • Joanna Klink
It is not / only land that seems to lean up / toward me, but last night’s thick rains / soaked below it and, outside this city, / the clay beneath fields.Poetry
Duet
No. 30 • Atsuro Riley
That sure as fangs a threat-pestered sheeny cottonmouth gon’ gape.Poetry
The Empty Grave of Zsa Zsa Gabor
No. 30 • Matthew Zapruder
I remember her / so long ago / appearing on certain / Friday nights / as I religiously wasted / my youth watching / others embark / the boat of loveFiction
Honeysuckle
No. 30 • Joshua Furst
I had come here for a reason, though I no longer remembered what this reason was.Fiction
Six Months
No. 30 • Maria Thomas
Mona looked left, out of the little window, to find the sun shining and plump rain falling in a manner that seemed cinematic and hopeful.Poetry
Two Poems: Victoria Chang
No. 30 • Victoria Chang
The curtain stays closed / until someone falls in love.Poetry
Hieronymus Bosch Beach Blanket Bingo, Summer 2020
No. 30 • Sylvia Legris
The beach is a game board of umbrella & umbrella, torso & orifice, a vortex / of engorgement & vomit & vice versa & back.Poetry
On Sunday I Water the Plants
No. 30 • Rebecca Wolff
a week is measured in days and there are seven / just like the fingers on my hands without those ones I / forget, chopped off, bitten off, fell off from scurvy and flesh- / eating: intentionally brutal.Poetry
Quail in the Bible
No. 30 • Brian Blanchfield
How much was a cubit?/ What counts / as a murmur? A heel to knee, or knee to hip / distance; a walking complaint / not yet consensus.Poetry
The White House
No. 30 • Gillian Conoley
Few ever really got to live there. / It was smaller than anyone ever expected. / Its lights were dimmed, though guards remainedFiction
Pocket Money
No. 30 • Mi Jin Kim
Man Suk was a difficult person to be friends with. You couldn’t ask him for anything.Fiction
Harvesters
No. 30 • Uche Okonkwo
Harvesting the souls of men was full-time work—one could not serve God and mammon, didn’t she know?Snapshot
The Secular and the Sacred
No. 30 • Corita Kent
She is not frivolous, except to those who see life as a problem.Fiction
Columbo and Sugar Okawa
No. 30 • Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi
I’ll bet Napoleon never tasted anything this good. Not even on his wedding day.Stories Out of School
The Metaphor Game
No. 30 • John Francis Istel
He winks and snaps off a shot with his index finger, peering into my eyes with a weird pity.Fellow
Mapping Why We Write
No. 30 • Miguel Coronado
We can see a distance form within the word permission itself, an ocean or a sky; and to what end does the poet serve as an ambassador, crossing this space?Fellow
Two Poems: Huan He
No. 30 • Huan He
The rice fields shine like rows of tinsel / the sun a neighborhood beggar in a lazy nap. / A boy, who will become the father, / drops a candy wrapper.Fellow
Childhood Biracial
No. 30 • Yasmine Ameli
I memorize her face for our resemblance: an arched brow, a dark ring around the pupil.Fellow
Bury My Tongue
No. 30 • Ann-Marie Blanchard
I’m remnants. Remains of a teen, troubled, remains of a child, sling necked but alive.Fellow
Yugoslavia: The Encyclopedia of the Dead
No. 30 • Maja Lukic
I confuse love with nostalgia. / I sit at a museum and watch/a slideshow of my vanished state.Fellow
Nina and the Lime
No. 30 • Rosemarie Ho
There are five petals to a cherry blossom, Nina chanted to herself. There is a kindness to cerulean.Fellow
Smoking Cigarettes in West Texas
No. 30 • Crawford Hunt
I didn't like what he had to say, but I loved to hear him speak.Order A Public Space
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