Brian Morrison – Devotion

Brian Morrison Devotion as a kid I always imagined the monsignor crouched in the darkness of his sacristy risking splinters licking the bits of dried …

Eli Halpern – Three Poems

Eli Halpern Three Poems Dinner is specified on the table.  Donna’s Altering the game with caffein shits.  She overcorrects for carrots, blots a patch of …

H.E. Mantel – Four Poems

H.E. Mantel Four Poems The Pen “Are you Quill?,” She asked abeam. “Yes, of course! – mostly – when the Muselle’ visits oft’n’r upon, as …

Sheila E. Murphy – The Story

Sheila E. Murphy The Story I saw the river Trembling, I was Versioning a small Coastline, I took Shelter, you Became my clothes Awhile, and …

Sonia Mukherji

Sonia Mukherji I can not see you, he said, there’re moths in my skin and your eyes remind me too much, they call — quiet. …

Beth Murray – as if

Beth Murray as if information were its own weight the tight bounce of a basketball, the interior decorators know and seek to live magnificently (without …