What Is Not Flesh Comes to a Point

–Rothko’s Phalanx of the Mind Everything is a weapon the glass pane poised in the geometry of its shanks even the shadows when imposed by the brain’s peach-pit wrinkles onto what could be floor             ceiling             sky but all with the same sharp intent thin             impaled           desire like an acupuncturist’s needle a parabola of… More

Not-Story

–Rothko’s Street Scene Perhaps he still had crumbs on his lips, his collar, his lap when he unzipped. Perhaps he was still bound in half-sleep, looking back at his memory pressed into the mattress. Perhaps the streetlamp’s inquisition through the open window persuaded the cracker-mattress skyscraper to press its bald head flat against the frame… More

Adam Vines

Poet Adam Vines discusses fishing, poetry, and the Southern imagination in this exclusive Fogged Clarity interview conducted by Daniel DeVaughn. More