D.S. Waldman For a year D.S. Waldman is an incoming Wallace Stegner fellow at Stanford University. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in such [...]

Taylor Supplee Wart-charming The depression of his head had hardly left the sofa’s arm when the foxglove pressings, harboring hidden devils in pale papered bells, fell from the pages [...]

Marc Phillips Straight Talk with Fat Lee As much as anything, come spring mornings I come to rescue frogs, Arthur, trapped frogs in your trough in the fog and [...]

Adam Tavel Saying the Rosary We knelt to lisp our beads by candlelight and stare into the shadow-tongues that licked the Virgin’s chipped nativity. She fell for years because [...]

Greg Nicholl Self-Portrait as Anything But Red I bleached it until it fell out, dyed it black to match my fingernails while listening to Bauhaus in the downstairs bathroom. [...]

Christopher Brean Murray An Adage It’s a hot day. The sky is an unblemished blue. The grain sacks are stacked to the rafters. I sport my usual attire: a [...]

David Kirby Poetry is Full of Uncertainty These Days and For Good Reason Jazz pianist George Shearing was waiting to cross a busy intersection when a man with a [...]

Emma Aylor Hemispheres 1. From the circling road on Rousay, years ago, my parents and I pronounced each mound either hill or tomb. All among: the sea fret blown [...]

Chelsea B. DesAutels Nothing New Again the sun traces its steps across the field. Evening in August. The grasses sing an insect song. From where I sit, all the [...]