Category: Side A

  • 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 my electric toothbrush, toothpaste tube, and floss my hair dryer, cord coiled at my feet three organic romaine hearts, nestled in their package one 375 mL can of wine, the kind you buy so you can pretend you’re not going to open a second can…

  • 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…