July 2011

This month we welcome renowned banjoist Bela Fleck into the fog to discuss his life and craft; showcase the music of a very talented young San Diego songwriter; debut new poems from Stephen Cramer and Rachael Lyon; feature original fiction by Dylan James Brock and Alan Drew; take a long look at the paintings of… More

June 2011

I have chosen to defer to the table of contents this month, as we continue preparations for Saturday, June 25th, a date which marks our largest concert ever. If you live within three hours of West Michigan, be certain you make it to this performance. Tickets are available here. Benjamin Evans Executive Editor, Fogged Clarity… More

August 2010

This month we are pleased to feature an interview with the masterful Mr. James Lasdun. Portland quintet Loch Lomond’s album, Night Bats streams all month, we debut a beautiful new piece of fiction from author Dan Forward, poems from Richard Foerster and Mark Vogel, beautiful and unique paintings from Michael Shapcott, more travel photography from… More

The Soliloquies of William Wenthe

Birds of Hoboken was published in 1995. Not Till We Are Lost, William Wenthe’s second collection, was published in 2004. The two books, end to end, read as a testament to craft and seasoned poetic vision. Both books use birds as vehicles. Poetic flight has long fired somber divinations and lyric contemplations. In Birds of Hoboken the vehicles give way to soliloquies concerned with time and cause and effect on… More

The Poetry of David Groff

Philip Clark and David Groff have just joined forces and edited an anthology of poems by poets lost to AIDS. The collection is entitled Persistent Voices and has been published by Alyson Books. Some of the forty artists featured are Tory Dent, Melvin Dixon, Tim Dlugos, Jaime Gil de Biedma, Essex Hemphill, Leland Hickman, David Matias, Paul Schmidt, Karl Tierney, and Assotto Saint. The span of voices is smart and exhilarating… More

Ansen Seale’s "Bloodlines"

Ansen Seale was strolling in the alley behind his house one evening when he stumbled across an odd piece of trash. The red and yellow of a McDonald’s hamburger carton had bleached away, leaving only the shadow of the ‘M’ abstracted to black ink. Unsure of what he was seeing, he stopped. “Why,” he wondered, “is there a scrap of Arabic writing on the ground?” More