“The Library of Self burned down today, Wednesday, September 18th, 2024–my fortieth birthday. I was in the middle of it, […]
Standing in the wreckage of the library of self by Andrew Buckner Read More »
as an adult child — I’m still your kidyou were tasked with cultivatingmy first years of lifeI am not your
Somebody’s Child – Alexandria Dolores Read More »
Your mother had picked me to be your motherThe one to raise youAs my birth mother picked my motherAs my
My Second Wish Come True by CLS Sandoval Read More »
He rushes down the wooden staircase. Each step rattles under the boy’s sharp, lightweight—made heavier just a touch by a
She is at the window by Alexei Raymond Read More »
blue crows froze like black bells on the snowy spring path. this moment will be eternal. at least it can
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John Swofford is forty-six and and lives in Rex, Georgia. He was featured in a L’Exposition show that was shown
Young Woman(ART) by John Stafford Read More »
Here, an unlikely gurgle from between two rocks, becomes a stream wiggling its way through narrow rifts and passages, a
Headwater by John Grey Read More »
Walk into the studios of the Torpedo Factory andyou’ll see the potters in residence surrounded by pressure.When they sit at
Ode to the Potters of Alexandria by Alex Carrigan Read More »
In our living room at night, curtains drawn, a light creeps over the rug, widens around a magazine stand. How
A Light by Kenneth Pobo Read More »
The canopies that cover the street obscure my vision, so it’s not until he’s upon me that I spot him.
Canopies by Will Mehan Read More »
