Alternately mellifluous and discordant, Parker Tettleton’s This Is A City (Ravenna Press) is as much an act of listening as it is writing. Or, to put it another way, there’s…
I. There was the squirrel my mom killed while in Colorado with my dad, before my brother and I were born. She slowed down to let it cross the…
The reindeer stepped out of the box. Purple tinsel swayed from its antlers and a collar of sleigh bells jingled around its neck. “What language do you speak?”…
In the bed, my leg a hill, when I sit up it redistributes itself. I cross: the skin-surface rippled, wind on a sea sky-lit. When did I get these…
TIM RAYMOND teaches high school in South Korea. His fiction is forthcoming in Salt Hill, New South, and other places. He is the co-founder of the Problem House short story…
We embrace our smallness and the high quality that our present size allows us to maintain, as well as the financial viability it affords us. Bigness for its own sake is overrated. It feels more true to our mission to be big in terms of the reputation of our books and the notice and support our authors receive than to be big in terms of how many books we produce each year.
Ed. note: Over the next few days I’ll be posting responses to the murder of Michael Brown and non-indictment of Darren Wilson. Prose, poems, essays, collages, music, photos from vigils/rallies,…
The Itinerant Girl’s Guide to Self-Hypnosis by Joanna Penn Cooper Brooklyn Arts Press, 2014 62 pages $15.95 (paperback) | Amazon About two minutes into writing this review, before my laborious thoughts…