Review of The Barbarous Century by Leah Umansky
Leah Umansky’s collection takes the reader on a dystopian journey. Continue reading Review of The Barbarous Century by Leah Umansky
Author: Border Crossing
Abraham’s Axe
“I am not about to die.” The old woman looked up at the minister from her bed. Pastor Clark stopped abruptly a few feet into the room. “No. Of course not,” he said. “Of course not, Miss Hartfield,” he added, remembering the name the nurse had given him. “I’m sure you have many years ahead of you,” he went on, but her sickly appearance made … Continue reading Abraham’s Axe
A Muscular Organ, the Size of Your Fist
The colorful woman boarded wearing a bright pink coat almost to her knees and rubber rain boots that sparkled silver. She wore orange mittens and carried a yellow leather bag over her right shoulder and a wheat-colored canvas tote over her left. She held her purply-blue heart, encased in clear Tupperware, in front of her chest. Zhijian watched, keeping his head lowered, as she walked … Continue reading A Muscular Organ, the Size of Your Fist
Fall 2019
ART: The Oil Paintings of Michael Fantuz FICTION: “The Edge of Something” by Brendan Thompson“The Commuter’s Dream” by Charles Duffie“Petaki Road” by Andrew Marvin“Deep Dreams” by Jieyan Wang NONFICTION: “Vultures” by Brandi Jo Nyberg“Loving My Neighbor” by Rick Kempa POETRY: Four Poems by Esther RaTwo Poems by Kathryn Kirkpatrick“Something About a Black Boy” by Len Lawson“Navigation Song” by Sandy LonghornFour Poems by Rebecca Macijeski“The First … Continue reading Fall 2019
Vultures
When I see vultures gorging on the surplus of our society, I wonder if they are judging us. I believe thanks to vultures and other carrion lovers, we don’t always have to judge ourselves. They effectively remove a problem. But they feed on rotten meat… Continue reading Vultures
Loving My Neighbor
“If this is all we were to each other—mere vessels to catch the overflow, mute as clay, incapable of response—elbow-to-elbow living would not be so taxing. But we do not, alas, just gape at the misshapen fruit. We turn it over in our hands, we nibble and gnaw, we even bite into it, honing our teeth.” Continue reading Loving My Neighbor
Two Poems
the closed door so frank, so telling
in its silence, like a tongue at rest
Four Poems
She travels through me
opening every door she can,
her pockets heavy with keys. Continue reading Four Poems
Something About a Black Boy
A revolution rests
behind his eyes
where the tears of
mothers sleep Continue reading Something About a Black Boy
The First Thing I Wrote on This Retreat Was Not Supposed to Be About My Mother
But this is not about deer, though looking for them is a fine distraction. Continue reading The First Thing I Wrote on This Retreat Was Not Supposed to Be About My Mother
Navigation Song
I, too, am a bit Obsessed
with my own wind-tossed turning Continue reading Navigation Song
Symptoms of Manhood
I am all unstruck flint &
lost potential. Continue reading Symptoms of Manhood
Four Poems
My tongue swam like leaves in hot tea,
the silence burning at my mouth. Continue reading Four Poems