Storm Watch in Upper Lazio

Andrew Frisardi   The valley lies as if in wait—for what? A gray processional of cluster clouds Advances southward over silent crowds Of anonymity. We feel the glut Of discontent inside the gathering distance. Masks inter our faces at our breath’s insistence. *...

No Guts, No Glory

Hilary Tam   No crimson-lipped smiles without Bloodshed. Our prayers hanging on citadels As sacrifice. Do you think heroes are hoisted Onto shoulders, celebration sung like Scripture, without entrails marking their path? Houses turned into synonyms For abattoirs....

Context

Amy Gillies   They do not remember when they forgot how to look at people, a place, or an object and see a memoir woven into its fabric the story of its past lives No, in this quiet suburban town every action or sentence spoken is its own, separate entity It is...

How Does France Succumb?

Bryan Myers   the French president went to talk to Putin Putin verbally accosted a reporter after she asked her question threatening nuclear war to a foreign journalist was news to me and I stood in a kitchen barefoot and shirtless (some girls had sold me a pot...

Off The Rails

Bryan Myers   I have seen the open road across America, and like those writers before me: there’s not much left to say I held a harp in my hand that I kept in my pocket and at a gas station in south Texas, some guy told me this world was mean I laughed and wrote...

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...