Tag: Issue 2

  • The Best Funeral Ever

    Why doesnt everyone think of this? His daughter is a minister herself, perhaps that gives her license; perhaps its the art he loved, or just the indelible imprint of a person on the people who love him.

  • The Year of Reading Yeats

    My friend went back to reading Yeats the year she went back to the farm, claiming the land as land, leaving a smart, well-dressed career for dirt. This was her home. Shed planned how what had grown tobacco now would bear (a mile below where grinding, snorting bands of bulldozers pawed the earth and air…

  • Press

    As a quavering leaf is struck down slabs of iron in miniature, hewn to exactitude do a double take.

  • Landing Craft

    They staggered thirsty over the reefs with a calibrated zeal that made nude the native hall-dwellers. A sustained loss from the exploits, the cleaving, filling of the earth and the graves were dug and recorded in the collected hours before dawn. These leaves, an almanac of conciliatory efforts to placate the sacralized grain.

  • Sign of the Rat

    They control the world but defer to a light bulbs parallel presence as object and event.

  • Chief Pontiac Answers Lord Jeffrey Amherst

    I understand that your piece of parchment is an act of war, that the little sticks youve scattered upon it are a type of language.

  • Keys

    Mrs. Condells hair is a fizz of gray and blond, like yellow chalk thats been left on the board too long. She wears a pale pink v-neck blouse that slides slowly underneath her breasts when she walks the hallways of the elementary school, and her tiny red Keds dont squeak. As I sat in the…

  • Churchyard’s Agog

    Benjamin Britten heard a bomb in Suffolk. He heard the graveled burst, the field golden green, whole, then not. Or perhaps what he heard was muffled, the grate of steel wool together, the scrubbing of pots. He knew though, the eventual composer, the someday lord, that he heard the explosion, his first remembered sound. In…

  • Ward

    Curtis walked until West Girard turned into East and his feet hurt. It was 5:15 in morning and the sky was still as black as it comes when he went through the bright blue door with the sign above saying PHILADELPHIA POLICE DEPT 26TH DISTRICT. Inside, it was too hot and crowded. He felt itchy.…