Tori Malcangio
Tori Malcangio I am Ready. I am not Ready. I show up to a post-op appointment I don’t have. The cardiology receptionist tells me I’m three days early; I’ve confused [...]
Tori Malcangio I am Ready. I am not Ready. I show up to a post-op appointment I don’t have. The cardiology receptionist tells me I’m three days early; I’ve confused [...]
FALL 2025 POETRY Lana Hechtman Ayers, Prayer Is a Painted Lavender Field Margaret F. Browne, To build a wasp's nest Samuel Burt, Empire Is Joseph Chaney, Wrong-Footed Ian Hall, Love [...]
Review: Sucker Punch: Essays by Scaachi Koul Reviewed by Makenzie Stuart St. Martin's Press. 2025. 254 pages. What are the things that you whisper about behind closed doors? The things [...]
A Review of Ghost in the Archive by Jennifer Loyd & Mini-Interview with the Author Review: Ghost in the Archive Reviewed by Bleah Patterson Conduit Books & Ephemera. 2025. 76 [...]
What’s in a Name?: An Interview with Ishion Hutchinson Ishion Hutchinson is the winner of the 2025 Rilke Prize for his book-length poem, School of Instructions. His other collections include [...]
Jeffrey Amos Witness Trees The Town Charter. The town of Ada, Texas was founded in the shade of an apple tree on August 15th, 1887, when Arthur Gentry, Caleb Mills, [...]
Jeff McLaughlin Safe There was the writing spider poised ominously over the back door. There was the textured, colorless snakeskin coiled beside the front sidewalk, papery to the touch, it [...]
Christie Tate Where's the Beef?: Hamburgers, Disordered Eating, and the Lone Star State During a lull in a group therapy session one morning, Jessica turned to our therapist and said, [...]
Lana Hechtman Ayers Prayer Is a Painted Lavender Field I remember van Gogh’s Lavender Field II not with my eyes but a sense closest to proprioception how my body held [...]
Margaret F. Browne To build a wasp's nest 1. A wasp builds her nest from paper—builds paper from wood in the mouth, wood from the world she gathers upon her [...]
Samuel Burt Empire Is Frail and flint-toothed, like rusted ice picks, we stumble from the monotone wreck of the city into yawning silence, into alarm— two pheasants, a stillness, and [...]
Joseph Chaney Wrong-Footed For Blake Burr When my friend’s daughter refused to wear shoes on the right feet (they felt good turned against the arches), my friend let her choose [...]