John Hoppenthaler – Bamboo
John Hoppenthaler Bamboo “She likes the big Bambú!” He’s grunting & singing off-key like an idiot frat boy, shit-eating grin on his arrogant George Walker Bush-looking face, & Oh, I [...]
John Hoppenthaler Bamboo “She likes the big Bambú!” He’s grunting & singing off-key like an idiot frat boy, shit-eating grin on his arrogant George Walker Bush-looking face, & Oh, I [...]
Circe Maia (Translated by Jesse Lee Kercheval) Three Poems Calle lateral Al anochecer muchas casas tienen todavía las puertas entreabiertas: franjas de luz, cruzando las baldosas llegan hasta la calle. [...]
Emma Bolden Museum of the Body First they hang each of your aches from the eaves. Then the curator comes with her stick pins, her white cards, her typeset: head-, [...]
Stephen Lackaye In the Orchard Fascinated once more by the tyranny of trees arrested in their ranks graduating from the valley, and by the groundfog that imparts a sense of [...]
Poetry Contest Winner Susannah Nevison Preparing the Animal I’ve been watching your hands for weeks, watching the rain gather its woolen shawl around the house, while you sharpen tools, lay [...]
Poetry Contest Runner-Up Tobias Wray Sci-fi Aubade Say God breaks his covenant and floods return Manhattan to the deep where future fisherman dive for pearls. Say a diver blacks [...]
Nonfiction Contest Winner* *"Clouds and Rain over Three Gorges" was listed as a Notable essay in the Best American Essays of 2015 Xujun Eberlein Clouds and Rain over Three Gorges [...]
Fiction Contest Runner-Up Nikki Moustaki Big Blue Ren Holloway wanted the presidency of the South Florida Parrot Society so badly he wasn’t beyond poisoning John and Judy Conure’s birds. John [...]
Tori Malcangio Ever Seen Sedona? I’m kneeled on the old woman’s green shag carpet, bubble-wrapping forty-three Tiffany- crystal miniature presidential busts from her china cabinet. Lance is across the [...]
Todd Davis Cenotaph I dream my dead father spends most of the afternoon’s hours stacking rock he gathers from the dried riverbed. Drought means he must carry five-gallon buckets to [...]
Joelle Biele When You Were at Children's I Wanted to Go Back to When you were small, we went to the garden store, the cart you sat, sometimes stood in, [...]
Michalle Gould Dirge for a Dinosaur by Its Bones Longing impresses itself into the form of the world that surrounds it; replicating itself physically, in the image of the objects [...]