poetry
Share This Poem: "Flask," by Ellen Stone.

Share This Poem: “Flask,” by Ellen Stone.

“Flash of guilt or sorrow though the glass is smooth …” Our “Small Things, Partial Cures” theme offers a second poem by Ellen Stone. You can download a full-size broadside by clicking and dragging the formatted version below — or scroll down to read in plain format. This poem is also on Medium, in slightly different format. Flask...
It’s here!! Our new issue, “Small Things, Partial Cures,” hit the street and the web June 13. Sample some of the contents here now.

It’s here!! Our new issue, “Small Things, Partial Cures,” hit the street and the web June 13. Sample some of the contents here now.

Issue 3.1, “Small Things, Partial Cures,” hits hard …   Our latest issue (super-sized) features great new work by Sherod Santos, Leslie Stainton, Walter Cummins, Sara Talpos, Peter Grandbois, Valley Haggard, Staci Mercado, Mark Wyatt, Diana Smith Bolton, Kathleen de Azevedo, Gunver Hasselbalch, James Prochnik, and many more writers and visual artists who share their...
Share This Poem: "His Word in Rural Illinois," by Ellen Stone.

Share This Poem: “His Word in Rural Illinois,” by Ellen Stone.

“… woman’s body like a metal safe —  these flatlands …” Our “Small Things, Partial Cures” theme continues with a remarkable poem by Ellen Stone. You can download and print a full-size broadside by clicking on the first version below — or scroll down to read in plain format. His Word in Rural Illinois By Ellen Stone   Red-winged blackbirds...
Share This Poem: "Spending Money," by Zara Raab.

Share This Poem: “Spending Money,” by Zara Raab.

“No sorrow held me, for sorrow was other folks’ trouble and woe …” National Poetry Month continues with another gem by Zara Raab: this time, a poem well suited to tax season, as Zara considers the significance of money and of having a little bit “extra” for oneself. You can download the broadside and print...
Share This Poem: "13 Months," by Lea Marshall.

Share This Poem: “13 Months,” by Lea Marshall.

“I bear the awful lightness of her small body, her pale straight nape …”   13 MONTHS She is strapped to me and we chant in rhythm with my steps as we walk. On a windy day we swing our arms out to feel it, and she laughs and calls her sound for wind. Her fine hair...