Category: Side A

The rule: send ONE standalone poem, essay, story, comic, manifesto, anomaly to “Side A.” Published works appear alongside short-form interviews and, if possible, YouTube audio.

  • New Poem for Side A: “Migraciones: A Triptych” by Yvette Saenz

    New Poem for Side A: “Migraciones: A Triptych” by Yvette Saenz

    Migraciones: A Triptych Triptych I: ApologeticBandidos There is somethinginnocent about theapologetic bandido,that over-told story ofmachismo.It’s the desire to returnpeople to earlier forms,to nudge him gently with abroom into the pastBoy fooling his motherdiscovers she’d never lovehimthe way she lovedAmerica:without a mask. His mother is America. Allof it.How funny that this truthcan never be proven?Proof is…

  • Side A List Poem by Tracy Royce: “Things That Remain Suspended (Handsfree) When Wedged Beneath My Breast”

    Side A List Poem by Tracy Royce: “Things That Remain Suspended (Handsfree) When Wedged Beneath My Breast”

    Things That Remain Suspended (Handsfree) When Wedged Beneath My Breast Mini-interview with Tracy Royce HFR: Can you share a moment that has shaped you as a writer (or continues to)? TR: I took a class on innovative poetic forms with Charles Jensen, and it blew my mind. We read and wrote centos, erasures, hermit crabs,…

  • New Fiction for Side A: “The Dog’s Absent Bark” by Sean Thomas Dougherty

    New Fiction for Side A: “The Dog’s Absent Bark” by Sean Thomas Dougherty

    The Dog’s Absent Bark The neighbor’s dog across the highway and the tree line barks on and off all day. She is a big dog. Some kind of Shepherd mixed with something else, out on a chain, there in the cold. But no, it isn’t that story. They bring her in when they get home…

  • New for Side A: Haibun Postcard by Judson Evans

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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…