Category: Side A

New for Side A: Haibun Postcard by Judson Evans

Pisgah Inn, Milepost 408.6, Blue Ridge Parkway,199 Hemphill Knob Rd., North CarolinaNov.12, 1997 Dear Numerologists, Drop a race horse, a bullfrog, or a flea from a high place,calculate the damage mass makes squared. Massive rockslides across Blue Ridge Parkway around milepost #408.Equations of chaos can’t quarry from stable sums. Steeproad cuts, planes of schist—shear stress,…
New Side A Haibun Postcard: Judson Evans

Pittsburgh, PA – Warhol Museum,Aug. 17, 1997 Dear Connoisseurs and Collectors— Surprised to discover Warhol had his very own Museum-mausoleum. That he came from a real place, thought maybe hewas a breech birth from a Campbell’s “Tomato Rice” soup can.Always hated the way rice grains looked bloody. I didn’t know he’dbeen shot again and again:…
Original Haibun Postcard for Side A: Judson Evans

Mütter Museum of the College of Physicians19 South 22St., Philadelphia,Aug. 25, 1997 Dear Indivisible Duo, I offer you a peak into this carnival tent/cabinet of curiosities,skull by skull: #28: Protestant soldier, suicide by gunshot wound to heart (because of weariness of life) North Hungary #30: Painter, suicide by potassium cyanide (because grief after abandonment by…
Side A: Original Collaborative Fiction & Art by Alex Gregor & Sean Riley

art by Sean RileyThe Wolf and the Hunter, Right Panel of the Ballads Triptych, 2025 oil on canvas, 44″ x 36″ the comet and the receding sea words by Alex Gregor it began with a comet on the Espigò d’Antoni Gutiérrez Díaz. the musician saw it first, telling the astronomer over the phone, who was…
Side A Poetry: “The Tick Before” by Nadia Kalman

The Tick Before Before you were a fat brown tickdarkening my doorstepYou were a sad girl in a braid, in a pictureLooking out the frame for someone who would helpBut no one came. Then you had me. Others might say you are being cruelBut mom, I doubt that even Others, even youcould have predicted what…
Side A Hybrid: “Riparian Way” by Marilyn McCabe

Riparian Way Rains have gone. Dry days settle. The stream: trick, trickle, murmur of a former self, whisper of a way half-borrowed from old courses, half-bullied with melts and storms, wrinkle of ancient bed of sea, ice-scoured, slopping buckets of boulders, scree, writes a history in erratic and rubble. Watching the stream and the river…
Side A Prose Poem: “700 Watts” by Tessa C. Berman

700 Watts There’s something tragically beautiful about New York at night, when the cherries of cashiers’ cigarettes look like stars and the people move like livewire ragdolls around the cart corral I scuffed the side of my Soul on. It left no lasting mark, so I never planned to tell you. They changed the signs…
New Side A Poetry by Min Woo Chong: “I dare not look out”

the exit lights along the aisle are blinking red.red like the sunset over ocean outside, streamingin through the window I don’t dare look out.out, as the light leans in, the cabin is gold,gold framing for one final sunlit bloodstained picture. that bloodstained picture of the man beside mepraying for a golden miracle from the sky…
Side A Poetry: “Contrary” by Alina Zollfrank

We packed bottomless bags, sharpened ↑ stubby pencils, ticked none of the boxes, choiced □□□□multiplicity, essayed our thesis-loathing hearts out, regurgitated forgettable dates and wrong facts, and ran ○○○ circles around a track that put us in our ꜚ ꜚ ꜚ corners. We trusted suspiciously, argued respectfully, attended religiously except when we weren’t. We borrowed…