A Quiet Book, new from Stuart Kestenbaum & Susan Webster
We started this series when we were at the Tilting Artists in Residency Program on Fogo Island in Newfoundland in June 2022. Our...
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Jul 30
And The Poet Said..., now available
Whether by accident or fate, as Hole in The Head Review wends its way through our fifth year, we go to print, though I use the we...
Jul 25
One Night We Will No Longer Bear the Ocean (Reviewed by Andrew Periale)
ELJ Editions; Standard Edition (June 11, 2024) ISBN-10 : 1942004710 , ISBN-13 : 978-1942004714, available through ELJ, Amazon, or...
Jul 25
Unshod Music: A review of Magicicada by Claire Millikin (reviewed by S. Stephanie)
Magicicada by Claire Millikin Unicorn Press (2024) Softcover, $18 (103 Pages) ISBN 978-0-87775-161-8 available from Unicorn Press...
Jul 25
HeadLines - Richard Foerster
“The guests had come to escape troubles . . .” writes Robert Haynes in his timely poem that opens this issue. Indeed, troubles are...
Jul 25
Editor's notes
A whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard. - Herman Melville, Moby Dick I read Moby Dick for the first time in 1977, the year my...
Jul 25
Table of Contents
Editor's Notes HeadLines Aleksandra Scepranovic Robert Haynes Justin Lowe Linda Aldrich Fraink Paino Risica Caputi Michael Montlack...
Jul 8
Michael Blumenthal
The Choice I had to choose the one I’d rather be A heart of stone, or else a flower Untrue to you, or else untrue to me The choice was...
Jul 8
Christopher Buckley
In Shoreline Park Despite every good intention, I’m nodding off alongside zinnias and birds of paradise as we face into the blue . . ....
Jul 8
Natalie Eleanor Patterson
Sonnet Northwest It was the landscape I loved: driving north, the oaks giving way to evergreens, orange pines, fog lifting off the river...
Jul 8
Jan Freeman
The Queer Picture Because she adored me she will marry me when I’m dead She will find me stamping like a stallion in a petting zoo my...
Jul 8
Elliott batTzedek
Conception Waltz late afternoon out to the barn key and Motor Medic in hand rain of rust, door rolls open— ’57 F150, once with custom...
Jul 8
Alison Hurwitz
The Weather Retort I tell you thunder belly, cumulonimbus inner ear. Roil of pressure rising. You reply insipid drizzle, muggy dew point...
Jul 8
Alison Stone
Sartorial Ghazal Please don’t ask if you can wear my black pants. I adore you but won’t share my black pants. Too often, the world...
Jul 8
JC Reilly
My Sister Dances to David Bowie, and I Get Caught Up in It: A Mood “Let’s Dance” slurs on the stereo, Bowie’s voice sexy if straining,...
Jul 8
Michael Dwayne Smith
Art Made from Happiness Is Shit There’s a poem out there somewhere that begins “When I look in a mirror, I see myself seeing myself.” So...
Jul 8
Sophia Bannister
Hopper He painted the loneliness, the man behind the counter in his humiliating white cap. I worked behind a counter once—poured...
Jul 8
Jennifer Litt
Shellbound after Gertrude Abercrombie’s “For Once in My Life, 1969” I’m a living link to the ancient past inside an intricate chambered...
Jul 8
Jessica Purdy
Monarch at the Telescope The butterfly floats, ignores the steel observatory dome in a September blue as water. Consider the orange and...
Jul 8
David Schnare
Caesura To liken it to pregnancy is to deny the differences between what is and is not said, but in the rest between the last and next, a...
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