January 15, 2020
A RED TO RUIN
found poems* & art
some dreadful bodies/our disaster at the seashore
the emperor continued singing
until he had finished his song
it is likely that we’re caught
and that all of us will die
things left behind
prevailing winds in Campania
January 11, 2020
Tianna G. Hansen
Slayerhood & Sacrifice: Vanessa Maki speaking about her upcoming release ‘the chosen one’ (Animal Heart Press)
I’m speaking today with Elisabeth Horan, Founding Editor of Animal Heart Press and the poet Vanessa Maki, who is releasing her first print poetry collection ‘t...
January 8, 2020
Michael Hendricks / Jacob Browne
"Smoking with Ghosts in the Rain"
pastel by Jacob Browne
*artist statement & bio below*
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Ramblings of a Ghost
creative nonfiction by Michael Hendricks
My best friend spends his days rotting in a forest somewhere in Northern Ireland. “It’s home,” his husband says, rolli...
December 31, 2019
RHYTHM & BONES PRESS
REFLECTING ON A YEAR OF BEAUTIFUL ART,
ANTICIPATING THE YEAR AHEAD
The end of the year always offers a time of reflection for everyone. All we have accomplished, maybe things we wish we hadn’t accomplished, goals we set for ourselves that we achieved...
November 24, 2019
Cover Art by Stuart Buck
Issue 6: Love
Letter from the Editor*
"The Best Kind of Crabs"
Carly Madison Taylor
"Intimacy with White Snake"
"Woman as Anchor, Taken for Granted"*
Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon
Photo by Gean Montoya on Unsplash
“Does She Ask Who I Am?”
I know my place
Keep me centered
and I’ll make this
ledge a home
I don’t need half
Just a taste
You will belong
in everything I know
Painted with care
You see yourself
Joining us today to share about her writing and her own editorial business is Raven Eckman, founder of A New Look on Books.
1. Thank you for joining us, Raven. Tell us a little about you and your background, how you got into writing and editing.
In truth I hated reading...
Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin on Unsplash
CALL IT WHAT YOU WILL
When you suggested that we speak to each other
exclusively in verse and prose,
I did not tell you that I only saved poetry
for the things I was scared to say.
I just said I could spend years
Photo by Colton Kresser on Unsplash
I WROTE NOTHING FOR DAYS
Trying to find emptiness
in a tall glass of midnight madness.
My thoughts on the slow, dark time
of your words.
Open up your closed book
eat the crumbs of cake off my hand.
I fed the wrong man
Photo by Sharon Pittaway on Unsplash
I was expected to expose myself.
Instead, I checked the weather forecast –
Leipzig is cold today, a hint of frost
hangs above the park,
each blade of grass tipped white.
Beneath the bridge, that favourite drinking sp...