On The River By Leath Tonino A friend wants on the river, wants nothing there, fern and flycatcher, breakfast fire, water from afar pulling all moments of all hours. Wants nothing more than there, than nothing there, great emptiness of many things balanced, moving boats, shadowed walls, thoughts and rains and bumblebees. Wants these. Wants … Continue reading On The River (Poem)

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)