There Was a Time

I could not bear to watch a cormorant in flight— neck cleaving the paper sky wings panic-paced on insufficient air— even resting looked like work: breast waterlogged, neck askew, wings broken umbrella struts held aloft to dry Today, at Lobos, a cormorant takes to air stitching sea to sky with easy grace she looks to… More

Exile on Main Street

My head, too, was an unexploded shell that summer of ‘67, Detroit burning a hundred miles away, so when one-armed Keebler and his buddy, Bogash, drive up in a coral-colored GTO two days into the riots and honk, I just swish a few, pet the purring car. And then it is my father who comes… More

At a Café in the Sea of Grass

Paul Pickering Across the street from a café in the Texas panhandle Where I drink black coffee, The Llano Estacado spreads flat to the horizon. A rumpled man in a brown suit keeps dropping coins In the payphone. Long distance, I suppose. He holds a memo pad. The car he drives belongs to another decade.… More

Haloing the Lion

Carl Phillips’ poem “Haloing the Lion” appears in the Winter 2015 edition of “Fogged Clarity”. More

Worrying the Bees

Jessa Heath A red welt blossoms as memory— only it’s not memory, not exactly. What I call memory is merely an image ringed with potential, unverified: a purple clover in a field of grass, bee-stung, or the possibility of pain. The mind learns to spread white lies, and tethers second-hand stories to the particulars of… More

There was a drum set on the road. In pieces.

Daniel Anderson Actually, it was an interstate. A drum set? Yes, already. A drum set. And as we passed, (who was driving, anyway?) there on the shoulder of the interstate I saw the bass drum and thought, That looks like a drum to me. But we were moving too quickly to be certain. Wait. Who… More


Bruce Smith His charge was to make something out of the contracting cool that glows and then goes vagrant, whole systems of courtships and compensations that get lost in a letter appealing to the dust and the red blue extremities of stars. His charge was to make something out of the over under story or… More