Kimberly Ruth Birds will continue to fly without wind and the fisherman will always find his way home as long as he remembers to leave a trail of breadcrumbs and no creature is hungry and the neighborhood kids will see their homes made of twigs be blown to the ground by the time mother calls them in for dinner Kimberly Ruth is a graduate of SUNY New Paltz where she studied photography and journalism. Her work has appeared in Gloom Cupboard,...

Fallon Kimball Breaths of sand beneath the surface as the tide massages oilspill dusks, laughter and froth chaotic cohesion history burned for warmth Vulnerable aluminum domes the children crawl upon as they reap bliss and twentysomethings pretend knowledge all aged influences an impediment to laughter their freedom stifled by a nostalgic resentment Am I? relegated to the low end Fallon Kimball is a shepherd and poet living in Broome,...

Jules Gibbs The street below is a stage of awninged shops you are seven small volcanoes maze of wrought iron, recess, treachery of fire escapes an earthquake to excite still water — give it to me— your ineffable song put it in my mouth; ignite the fuse sirens wail in lamentation over gray rooftops of no protection, no protection in false rooms where we exchange reckless gifts everything awaits release, departure, disarray, ruse not...

Jules Gibbs My mothers were famous unknowns who lived in cellars where walls wept ceaselessly in the language of water. Blue ironing board, dangling cord, clench of clothes pins with nothing to hold. A reservoir, my maternal line pools in a porous foundation — wells up, amniotic. The only way through is a sacral path of cracked slabs, what I will make from the exertion of hands on a wrung rag, hung like a spent thought in the...

Plimpton Prize winning author Benjamin Percy talks to Ben Evans about life, writing and his upcoming novel, The Wilding.

Bill Hillmann It began at the carnival. Those magic nights, the whole of St. Greg’s parish there, all strolling over from the bungalows and two flats and apartments all mix matched throughout the neighborhood. There were the games, the shouts of the carnies, the swirling thunder of the Tilt-A-Whirl, lights flashing, pulsing, the colors of yellow and red and green and blue exploding like fireworks against the walls of the church, the old...

Harvey Havel Against the glow of a calm fire the young boy and his father ate their cooked lamb quietly within the dark confines of their hovel high on the Meccan hillside. They had just finished their evening prayers and were both famished from a day of trading trinkets in the city bazaar for whatever they could get for them. Every so often a cold wind swept through the home and fanned the fire they enjoyed, its warm light dancing and...

The working title for this ongoing series of paintings was “Crate”. The subject of a figure in a box originated from a search for an image to represent the escapologist which could take its place beside various circus performers in a suite called “Smoke & Mirrors” . However, the works may now be considered as a stand-alone project...

Cryptacize lead singer Nedelle Torrisi chats with Ben about the influences behind her band's new album Mythomania.

Ryan McCarl Human beings have strong emotional immune systems, and human societies have a remarkable capacity for collective forgetfulness. Milan Kundera, writing of the effect of the news cycle on historical memory, once said: “The bloody massacre in Bangladesh quickly covered the memory of the Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia, the war in the Sinai desert made people forget Allende, the Cambodian massacre made people forget Sinai,...