When is a journey a destination? When the inverse? Today we’re delighted to share Carolyn Guinzio’s address to the question, or at least she tells us how to find it ourselves, with “Drift,” from the latest issue.
The last of summer’s heat is passing into the steel coolth of autumn, readers, and here we are so happy to share this poem from the latest issue by Carol Tyx, “Lake Swimming“:
This week’s story is a doozy! All unmaking the ground from beneath us, readers. Read Emily Cornell du Houx’s “Sinkhole Tourism”:
Dear Readers, September and sundering, a disillusionment or a destruction (something like that), a gain of sorts, long run, well after, scintillating to the point of retinal burn-in. We are so electrified to share today’s prose poem by Christine Bettis, “Lots“:
Girl-children! What was it like to be one of these vanishing creatures? Courtney Kersten investigates with “The Disappearing Midwestern Girlhood: An Ethnography,” out now in our latest, Storm Cellar 4.3.