At Storm Cellar, the hits keep coming, and maybe you bleed into your eye a bit, but it’s fine, it’s fine. We’re so happy to share from the vault today a poem by Andrew Cox, which may or may not cast an Ozarklian shadow: “Arkansas Poem.”
Happily today we have a composed and RA-4-compliant phenomenon for your absorption, a quick look at boyhood in a certain regard: Mark Ward’s “A School Photograph.”
This poem originally appeared in SC 4.1. Support your artists and your magazines, purchase a copy or download from our store. Your best are the best when you’ve subscribed. O, sweet breech-bearing Reader, read on!
To our worldwide Anglophone friends, please allow a moment of indulgence. From our archive, a dulcet-piquant remembrance all well-aware and well-founded in its multifaceted tremolo: Roberta Hatcher’s “American Notebook.”
Welcome, 2015 and winter here in the Northern Hemisphere. There are those among us who have less, whose desire has been honed down, oh, so far. Let us look, really look. Consider this short essay on being displaced, from our latest issue, Jeff Burt’s “I Am Homeless—Twelve Steps“: