There’s a long-awaited new Specter up this week, including this killer prose poem by Daniel Romo – PRONOUNS – P.7:
No doubt we’ll work
up an appetite while making me appear all too real. I’ll play 80’s hits if
you promise not to sing along. There is no bigger distraction than total
There’s so much great in the new The Fiddleback, including Jill Talbot’s THE SAGE COUCH and this great poem by Elisa Gabbert and Kathleen Rooney, IN THE HOUSE OF SELF-UNDOING.
AXIOM by Dillon J. Welch at apt:
I’d be knocked unwilling with the butt of a pistol. The world would taste like salt and whispers. And then I’d come to, all frantic jerks and curious knowing.
And, the always-wonderful Michelle Bailat-Jones in Atticus Review this week with OF FRIENDS AND REVELRY AND BOUNTY.
New Andrew F. Sullivan story up over at the fantastic Little Fiction this week – A BIRD IN THE HAND IS WORTHLESS. Language like mercury, like lightning sliding down the sky.