Field Work By Austin Holmes when we awoke in the morning we broke down camp and drove to the sandy two-track then opened the old gate held to the post by taut rusted wire as we passed along sagebrush taller than a bull’s spine we saw a calf head impaled on a juniper branch serving … Continue reading Field Work (Poem)

Night By Austin Holmes I come together again at night, I open my eyes, I wet them with this darkness full of dream. -- Jaime Sabines, I Have Eyes to See at night the cownprint is silent water from the day’s rain fills its tenebrous depth and drinks the light of the moon in the … Continue reading Night (Poem)

By Eli Beck “Yeah, I wanted to get out the whole time I was there, and since I left all I want to do is go back.” I say this sentence all the time. If I’m just meeting you, you’ll ask “where are you from?” I’ll say  “Bluff, a dinky town of 200 sump’m people,” … Continue reading Bluff is Not Enough (and that’s just fine) | Essay

Happening By Eli Beck Is there anything happening? I know, I know, you’re there, but is there anything happening (you are nice but you do not happen) what should we happen to do? wait remember that thing, that one time, that happened? a Happening I could tell my happening friends about because we did not … Continue reading Happening (Poem)