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New American Best Friend: A Review

May 28, 2018

by OLIVIA NEAL Olivia Gatwood. New American Best Friend. Button Poetry. March 2017. pp. 60.  “when they call you a bitch, say thank you. / say thank you, very much.” This is the powerful final line of Olivia Gatwood’s debut … Read more

Obsession

May 28, 2018

by BRIAN CRONWALL So, I called your cellphone, left a message on your land-line, texted, emailed, faxed, sent a letter first class, left a note on your car, carved words on a park bench and a bamboo stalk, had the … Read more

Fire Season

May 19, 2018

by CHRISTOPHER RING Dry lightning lit on a ridge five miles off just as Jules crouched down to urinate. By sheer luck she had squatted on the southwest corner of the tower. Nothing told her to look that way, butshe … Read more

The Education of a Young Poet: A Review

May 10, 2018

by TARAS V. MIKHAILIUK David Biespiel. The Education of a Young Poet. Counterpoint Press, October 2017, pp. 192. Part memoir, part imaginative recollection, David Biespiel’s Education of a Young Poet (Counterpoint Press, 2017) participates in two major traditions of Western literature. Unlike … Read more

Telegraph Hill

April 22, 2018

by DANIEL HOLMES She told Thomas it started with the Golden Gate Bridge. Amy’s parents had taken her as a child: one of those cheesy trips to San Francisco where her dad labored to align their itinerary with that of … Read more

Knots for Girls

April 2, 2018

by KAREN HARRYMAN 1. An overhand knot is usually tied at one end of a long marriage. When pulled tight it can be used as a stopper to prevent unraveling or slipping through one another. This is the knot at … Read more

Gatherest: A Review

March 22, 2018

by KYLAN RICE Gatherest by Sasha Steensen. Ahsahta Press, 2017. pp. 128 Sometimes I like to think of the poem as a child. The poet gives a kind of birth to a kind of offspring, a word. As it was … Read more

The Brown Dirt and the Black Earth

March 19, 2018

by NICHOLAS LEPRE They searched for Francine every Thursday afternoon, after school, in the hidden spaces of the neighborhood. They were halfway to the reservoir, the September sun at their backs, the green leaves beginning to brittle. Kenna in her … Read more

This Mile

March 17, 2018

by JESSI LEWIS My father is planning on burning the brush pile. Pieces of childhood are gathered, braced with dead pines. I don’t know if I recognize this stretch of earth, this mile. Blueberry bushes bleed indigo, broken at their … Read more