I have accepted that in this life I have a physical body and that I pushed it to extremes. I am a three-time Mr. Cascade and twice Eagle. I have dragged semi-trucks. And I have held airplanes back from flying. But there has always been something missing. When people tellContinue Reading

Roger Camp is the author of three photography books including the award winning Butterflies in Flight, Thames & Hudson, 2002 and Heat, Charta, Milano, 2008. His work has appeared in numerous journals including The New England Review, Phoebe, Folio and the New York Quarterly. His work is represented by theContinue Reading

The clock in the hall marks each drowsing hour, and the housecat keeps watch. Tucked under a warm blanket and pastel sheets, I sleep and dream. In the morning, there’s coffee and quiet conversation, here with my family that isn’t blood but family the same. We’ll sit on the porchContinue Reading

a Creative Latin Composition Inspired by Bernard Rose’s Candyman (1992)1 INTRA DIAETAM CDIV — NOCTE2 MOVENS CUM HELENĀ Helena3 per diaetam discussam viam dat, lucillā4 facis semitam illuminanti. INTRA BALNEUM — NOCTE Helena armario medicamentorum pendenti in pariete se opponit5; quod6 tarde aperit. In inani lumen luteum longe fulget. Animum7 augens illaContinue Reading

Imagine a vehicle of dream and paradox,where light is a force,void is an entirety.Imagine the improbabilityof that. How worldscould extend that far. You will travel a long time. Track the closest bodyto your window, watch itenlarge to swallow its ownaura in a wild throat as itslips past. You’re small,an afterthought.Continue Reading

In the darkness,women and childrenare wading in the water. I. Cebu, Visayan Sea When the imagination failsto discover a girl, Magdalena,scanning the tie linesfor clumps of swaying guso,the harvesting of which willschool her into lifting on moredistant, choppy, speculative seas. II. Gorumna, Droim Quay, Ceantar na nOileán Bríd Ní MháilleContinue Reading

I hold your severed fingerin my hand.I make it pointto the skyto the place I’m sure you are.I wish I had more of youto cherish. Deborah Coy, former school librarian, has long loved Fantasy and Science Fiction so her poetry often falls into these genres. She has published in multipleContinue Reading

Jack and I followed the creek for half an hour. Once in a while we peered past the clumps of bushes and trees along the embankment, frustrated that we could still catch glimpses of picnic tables or awnings or trailers, the glint of trucks or cars or bikes. Soon, weContinue Reading

Rules of the game, Pray thee know, Are many in the beginning And few when you go. Take up thy May flowers And scatter them wide For your funeral is coming After you’ve died. And those who come to pay the last goodbye with sorrow in their hearts and tearsContinue Reading