Leanna Moxley spends most of her time wandering in and out of fictional dimensions, often…
Category: Issue 8
1. Down Below: Silver tube speeding, Blurs of blues and whites, Bricks and dark. Open cavernous…
It starts with the flick of a switch. The belt twitches on. An incessant, low…
‘In the elder days of Art,Builders wrought with greatest careEach minute and unseen part;For the…
5. I remember the cold stones against my toes. I remember the roughness of the…
I shatter with that night hiding inside my horns, when you tried to teach me…
During the 1970s, numerous pieces were accepted for publication. Then family, teaching, two college presidencies…
Deconstructing patterns and stories is hard as hell… the hell we create by needing to be…
Overnight, a studio apartment made entirely of glass appeared in the middle of the waterfront…
I can’t get enough interstate I-80, between Melissa and her recent past. I never anticipated…
