Essential

Hollis Kurman   For those who take our midnight calls who cry who seek our voice in the dark who imagine who create who connect who listen who swab who run back into the fire for us who poke through rubble who turn off the lights in the lab Let us pray For those...

Rage as a means of production

Jay Rafferty   Anger is useless dull. It’s a dish best served smelted and honed It must be sifted of slag, tempered, polished to a point by the whetstone of your soul. You must strip fury bear of the fetters that bind it to your weak flesh, where it pricks you to...

Carbuncle

Jerome Berglund   want this carbuncle to heal – can’t keep picking the scab over it off   Jerome Berglund is an author and fine artist who cowrote a television pilot which at a festival for them received numerous accolades including best in show. He...

Spring Poem

Leigh Chadwick   I’m watching the days bleed into spring. I don’t know why I used the word bleed, I hate it, the word, makes me think of school halls and schoolyards, a teacher as shield, a student as target practice, an entire classroom smoking pipe bombs as a...

Puttering

Annie Cowell   I have a head crammed with clutter; climate, covid, conflict. A flotsam of daily detritus in which my mind flounders. I need a life – belt. So, I’m learning how to putter. Once a thrill seeker, now I seek the ordinary. Breakfast is a ritual...