Weather Report by John F. Buckley

Weather Report by John F. Buckley

WEATHER REPORT Life in a fogbank isn’t so wrong. Picture stray fingerlike tendrils caressing the wisps of your hair, weaving the nest of a possible damp, gentle bird. Life in the gray and unfocused, rendered vague shades of art-school cinematography, leaves every edge...
Poems by Louis Gallo

Poems by Louis Gallo

      IDENTITY   The entire past up for grabs! Who are we but our memories of the past? Yet the “experts” tell us that what we think We remember about our pasts is fantastical, Mostly untrue, mostly false, mostly invented As we grope along...
Blue Coming: Poem Read by Thylias Moss

Blue Coming: Poem Read by Thylias Moss

Art: Foam by Çağrı Yılmaz, @resifdesign   BLUE COMING Thylias Moss Poetry is connected to the body, part of my fingertips, just as blue as anything that ever was or will be blue– –blue that dye aspires to, true blue denied to any sapphire, Logan...