A Landscape, Stephen Kuusisto
November and the tiny bones / Call for directions.
Lancers After Ed Sullivan, by Kirby Michael Wright
During my Kahala weekends, I was the man of the house and felt a duty to protect my mother and Jen.
Photographs by Tom McGrath
"There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's [...]
Interview with Stephen Kuusisto
"You go back to the roots and then what comes out of that experience is shocking, it’s beautiful. And it rarely disappoints me if I approach things like that."
Five Poems, Stephen Kuusisto
They speak of god along with cloud-esteem, sheep watching, plenty of softness.
Five Poems, Joyce Sutphen
and by the end of the season we had / enough cash to make it down to Berkeley
Fission, Bethany Elliot
The human body contains an incomprehensible number of atoms ...
Artwork by Katlyn Brumfield
Katlyn [...]
Composition for Distant Sound, Ken L. Walker
These meanings make a map, / remain quiet, anticipate the construction
I Was Raised Catholic, Jack Mungo
It’s when I reflect on my early worldview that I know I will never introduce my children to any religion before they reach their age of reason.
Death Inside Her Head, Crystal Smith
As I ascended to the crest of the hill, the sun broke the edge of the horizon ...
Three Poems, Georgia A. Popoff
For a moment / the worm dazzled in the spotlight / before finding a small crack leading to tunnel,
Photographs by Patrick Cole
Five photographs
Artwork by Laurence Holden
Five photographs
One Poem, J.D. Ho
I was the first to be known in this way.
A Photograph by Rebecca Cristante
Rebecca Cristante is an Atlanta based visual [...]
One Poem, Cesca Janece Waterfield
Its roots scooped down below the well, and sprawled / in a web like the human nervous system ...
Coral Reef 911, Rachel Evangeline Barham
The first time I saw a coral reef for myself, I emerged from the water as an evangelist.
Two Poems, Jennifer Schomburg Kanke
We know the taste of sassafras tea / and the ruckus of cicadas in the trees.
The Man Who Spoke to the Dryads, Michael Forester
He would have his clients lie supine on the floor, place them into trance with a combination of murmured incantations ...
One Poem, Carolyn Martin
Every boundary line, / dam, trellis, and mended wall will rumble down.
From Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, Jordan Dunn
illumination of loons in perennial occurrence ...
Photographs by Devang Shrimali
Devang Shrimali: "I am [...]
Two Poems, Michelle M. Tokarczyk
But still on these streets that wind through / the hills, on the country hills that squeeze / so much green out of such a short summer
Three Poems, Logan Fry
Murmur sold us one mass out of / blights I climb up, dank.