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

Don’t Move

Bruce Smith You can have a thought or avoid a thought by having a feeling when it’s dawn [human inhuman light] or a gun is drawn [here, elsewhere] and you put up your hands and get down and get small; don’t ever take one in the back. Or there’s music the birds authored, elegy and… More

Two Rivers

Daniel DeVaughn He built a frame of air, in air, and left behind the chimney-smoke rising to the Southern Cross, prayer-like, the tide roar breaking down-coast. The gulls’ cries faded as he sank into sleep, and in dream, another night, the Cahaba rose, banners of weed braiding round his body as he drifted over shoals… 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