Issues

Autumn 2021

these trees will soon be skeletons, the pond as hard as glass— Rutherford

Summer 2021

Passage to you, your shores, ye aged fierce enigmas!  — Whitman

Spring 2021

The business of words keeps me awake. — Anne Sexton

Winter 2020

I come before you to stand behind you and tell you something I know nothing about. — Traditional

Autumn 2020

In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,And more than echoes talk along the walls. — Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard

Summer 2020

. . . wherever his pen dyes paper black, Night reaches up to etch itself. — Rutherford

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