Treacherous Lives

Mercedes Lawry The hungry who cling to the side of bleak mountains, their stories carried by black birds whose cries are empty of promise. The pale-faced couple, in the midst of a swamp, too old to start again, too tired. The small child in a bed, bald, with epic eyes. The continuum collapses into measures… More

Plant Life

Mercedes Lawry I grow halfway into the gluttonous sun. Gold nimbus gives false protection, but I’m content to glory in the reach. I would be a blazing hand surprising the gulls as I forsake roots and reason, sip greedily at light, nerves firing, little flames all along my skin. Mercedes Lawry has published poetry in… More

Later, Upon Reflection

Mercedes Lawry The Modigliani women come to me in half dream, offering comfort. Without brittle words or lies. Sorrow knows sorrow in the tracery of bones. The hands of the pianist are young birds and hungry. Music melds with the elements of a body in motion. And in repose, a flattery of death, which I… More

Jeffrey Paul Lupo

“With such mayhem, lay your body down.” Jeff plays three tracks for his Fogged Clarity session. More

Wherever You Are Calling From

Pamela Gross Loud in my ear, the boom of waves against breakwater, gusts that finger some storm-strung windharp as you hold your phone’s receiver out the hotel window to share a gale blowing strong, late at night, off the North Sea of Aberdeen. Wakened, wool-eyed, from sleep, I hear your voice: lost along a highway… More

Field Guide

Pamela Gross It said, Study the map. I did. I accepted the dare of the rugged terrain. Careful, always, not to crush the tender, abundant mosses adorning some stones much as wool dresses the boulder-stolid backs of sheep. The surface was mostly steep slope, cliff-face, and scree; often, hard to find footholds. Above, grew small… More

Eric Elbogen

Eric Elbogen, conductor of the one-man band Say Hi, discusses heartbreak, growth, and the making of his latest record, Um, Uh Oh. More