David Salner
David Salner Forest Fire, Viewed from the Kanawha Valley Above a roofline of wires and gnarled shingles, a faint yellow dawn. I lounge on my porch over coffee, in a [...]
David Salner Forest Fire, Viewed from the Kanawha Valley Above a roofline of wires and gnarled shingles, a faint yellow dawn. I lounge on my porch over coffee, in a [...]
Marjorie Stelmach The Laws Of Perspective Every painting comes from far away (many fail to reach us), yet we only receive a painting fully if we are looking in the [...]
Ókúrú after January Gill O’Neil We slice heads off the okras, strewn like mutinous bounty on the kitchen table, my sisters and I giddy with small [...]
Donald Levering Small Things Sometimes we’re so surprised to see how small things have such bearing. Consider the blockage of my kitchen plumbing, mother to a month of inconvenience and [...]
John McCarthy Noise Falling Backwards I’ve been told not to come here—to this tool shed of memory, where everything is as old as it is useless. Inside, a scoop of [...]