Geoffrey Aitken
mixed messages in this rush in this cascade of hours of service locked onto weary it appears the bombs dropped yesterday were a mistake &...
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- Jul 31, 2022
- Jul 31, 2022
Jim Rioux
Voice Moon-numb, tone lonely, blinking dust again. . . Start by clearing your throat, wiping that smirk off the mirror. You’re too old...
- Jul 19, 2022
Ginny Speirs
ripples confusion torn quiet poppy in field Artist's Statement I was born in Birmingham, Alabama in 1966. At the age of seven, I knew I...
- Jul 19, 2022
Bob Herz
Poverty of the Age 1. A few coins surprised me, there on the street, And as I paused, from the opposing house I saw a lamp lit In an...
- Jul 19, 2022
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Volume 3 Number 3 08.01.2022 too cool for school What is such transcendence doing in a serenade? Editor's Notes Headlines - Kenneth Rosen...
- Jul 19, 2022
Editor's Notes
Everything must be carried to term before it is born. To let every impression and the germ of every feeling come to completion inside, in...
- Jul 17, 2022
Headlines - Kenneth Rosen
SLEEPING BEAUTY AND A WASTE OF SHAME I’ve been thinking all day about Shakespeare’s phrase, in Sonnet 129, “a waste of shame,” especially...
- Jul 17, 2022
Sebastian Matthews
Free If you don’t need money and you don’t need fame, then you’re free. - Dana Carvey When I didn’t have money I told myself I didn’t...
- Jul 17, 2022
Book End - Sebastian Matthews interviewed by Michael Hettich
The following interview with Sebastian Matthews was probably the most enjoyable of any I have done for Hole in the Head Review....
- Jul 17, 2022
Michael T. Young
Strategy for Discovering the Blessed World Make a dance of everything, shake each stillness nested in the hands like diseased birds....
- Jul 17, 2022
Mary Beth Hines
Elegy For the Boys of the B-24 Liberator Uncles who never cried uncle, flew bomber planes at eighteen, nineteen, twenty, deafened, shot...
- Jul 17, 2022
Howie Faerstein
In It for the Carpentry I thought I saw a goldfinch pluck a lie from an evangelical’s mouth. Perhaps, like the 17 year brood X cicadas,...
- Jul 17, 2022
Brett Warren
Learning to Fly After the rape, I took up with a paraplegic guy who said he’d gotten high and jumped off a building, thinking he could...
- Jul 17, 2022
Annette Sisson
After Nineteen Months of Separation for my son I. Sandhills stroll the marsh, rise into steep sky. Squawks, knife on rock, swell, spar—...
- Jul 17, 2022
David P. Miller
Failed to Forget Ought to stop. I ought to stop and stand in the memorial garden. Stop and stand, cease my yammer for five minutes. Stand...
- Jul 17, 2022
M.S. Rooney
How to live in a world filled with the world. Each year, nine now, new leaves return to this volunteer Japanese maple that took root in...
- Jul 17, 2022
Joan Mazza
My Father Shows Me How To Say No In a shallow drawer, as if on a grid: paper clips, rubber bands, mechanical pencils, a cylinder of lead,...
- Jul 17, 2022
Cecil Morris
What Else Could We Do What else could we do, the parents you eschewed at 18, when you came back, scared and sick, at the proverbial...
- Jul 17, 2022
Chloé Firetto-Toomey
Smokestacks after Rachel McKibbens Resilience is a callous on the balls of my mother’s feet. There she goes walking through small stone...
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