Online Exclusives

12.04.00
From Others’ Work
You arrive in a small seaside town where the installations of a little-known artist are currently on view. As you step out a train pipes somewhere up the coast, out of sight. [...]
11.16.00
What Is Missing
Take, for example, the phone call. Her father had used pasted-together phrases like “alleged suspicions,” “supposedly missing team member,” and “questioning process,” but then put more emphasis on such remarks as “your help and support,” and “ridiculous, out to get the coach,” and “so you know what’s happening.” [...]
08.09.00
The Temple Birds Love Incense
Angel Trumpets grow on the north end of the compound … on the far end near the entrance. They blossom in early spring and last until September. [...]
07.30.00
From Fin
… The subject is quieted when the object ceases.
         In the first act, she will be dressed in faded gardening clothes, a
         scarf around her head. She will be a comfortable and lively woman. [...]
06.30.00
Your Lips Testify against You
I withdrew yet farther into my shell, snug as a meadow louse in a weedy mausoleum. I survived on porridge and my own brand of boosterism, which had me pacing the room and inciting imaginary riots in support of my seclusion:  [...]
06.20.00
Light Carried on Air Moves Less
In a lavender twilight, on the west side of an abandoned pasture gone to hay in the greenest part of our state, a mendicant, a scarved pale beauty with silver bell earrings, curled to sleep on kinked metal filings on the floor of a windowless farm shed gone to rot. [...]
06.11.00
Four Prose Poems
The memory theater burned, and in its ruins I could remember only portions of scripture, commentary, history, poetry, biographies of notable men, successful recipes, homeopathy, botany, and the classification of animals. [...]
06.09.00
Once Confined
Strata of chanting vertebrae           west of the Côte d’Ivoire,

late beside the Niger,        land of cliffs and chockstones 

you have blown through. [...]
05.08.00
Bump and Grind
This is how we begin: a little paint here; a little dab there. Pointilism is the favored method. [...]
04.19.00
Portraits and Repetition
(picture) of cloud body above line of ridge, position itself
being an event on a surface which can’t otherwise be seen [...]
03.28.00
Five Poems
A depiction complains of whose casual hand that made it?
Every figure in the picture is dressed in paper, fading. [...]
03.05.00
Three Exhibits
by Weldon Kees
edited by James Reidel
The houses were identical all up and down the block. One-story bungalows, oatmeal-colored stucco, with red-shingled roofs and copies of the evening paper folded in triangles on the porches. [...]
02.15.00
Outside: Postcards from Abroad
Here I am in Geneva. The Swiss have the second-largest standing army in the world. They can mobilize their entire force in less than thirty minutes. [...]
02.09.00
The Liquidators
Everything flows, the Greek said from the river bank. Barging down the interstate, we tell you everything fails. [...]
01.19.00
Musée Mécanique
Herman Godfrey lay, not yet breathing, in an empty sitting room, said Godmother Drosselmeier. Empty, that is, except for a grandfather clock and a tall cabinet with a bust of Nefertiti on top of it. [...]

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Vol. 74
Grendel’s Kin: The Monsters Issue
Spring 2020
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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October 28, 2020
Learning how

a strong stake aids
a slender, unassailable 

stalk is a matter of self-
denial and solace.
October 21, 2020
Send more Chuck Berry, went the joke—how the aliens would reply when they got their first spin of the Golden Record on the Voyager. Sweet, friendly aliens with toe-tapping rhythm (whether or not they had feet), an appreciation for sweat and guitar riffs pooling together even if they had no first-hand experience with either.
October 14, 2020
I like the black & white. I like
the mirage they create. I like
            planes. I like stray dogs
who never forget where I come from.
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