A RED TO RUIN found poems* & art by Stuart Buck 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 remnants of autumnal fruits wine fermenting jars across the bay but in the shallows rockfall rockfall rockfall the hunt they elected to take to the fields with pillows tied to their heads how the slave escaped rema

"Smoking with Ghosts in the Rain" pastel by Jacob Browne *artist statement & bio below* * * * 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, rolling his eyes. He must do that a lot, or so I think. On occasion, I try to figure out why his husband repeats it with such distaste. Maybe it’s because Danny, the man I consider my older brother, passed up al