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Four Poems, by Jessie Janeshek

The Descent of Louise Brooks Matches My Mood all the way back to the sad thirties westerns the progressive…

By Ted Morrissey Like many (most?) American readers, I came to Vladimir Nabokov via Lolita, the controversial novel that…

By Dan Magers Aimee Parkison’s work defies easy description or categorization. Over the course of over fifteen years and…

A baby titmouse is tucking itself under my elbow. Its beak ajar to let out a tiny snore. I…

I arrive at the airport, sweaty, dazed by drugs, my sweater hiding the chemo port. I haven’t been to…

Scintillant Trudging uphill, I turn onto a deer path then follow the switchbacks you marked with orange streamers until…

By Chuck Richardson Elisabeth Sheffield’s Ire Land (A Faery Tale)’s energy and strangeness, which grow with every page, begins…

Emotions: A Boxed Set Heebie-Jeebies It’s the kind of tail-in-socket anxiety that plugs directly into the body— manifesting in…

Elisabeth Sheffield and Christina Milletti in Conversation “There are so many ways in which there is no crime.”—Gertrude Stein…

By Jerome Sala In the 1960s, Guy Debord offered a now iconic description of contemporary society as “an immense…