Lovingly Grateful: An Interview with Ross Gay; Interview conducted by Laine Derr

Recipient of the 2016 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award for Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude (2015), Ross Gay shapes language, roots fused with variegated ash, to chronicle experiences, the profane crafted sacred through simple gestures of doing and undoing, buttoning and unbuttoning, while resisting the need to dissect his artistry with “an X-Acto knife.”  When asked what … More Lovingly Grateful: An Interview with Ross Gay; Interview conducted by Laine Derr

A Gesture of Love: An Interview with Carl Phillips; Interview conducted by Laine Derr

I was honored when Carl Phillips, Department of English at Washington University in St. Louis, agreed to an interview. He is a prolific author whose most recent collection Reconnaissance (2015) continues to establish him as a leading poetic voice. When asked what advice he would give to someone new to writing, Phillips succinctly responded, “Read … More A Gesture of Love: An Interview with Carl Phillips; Interview conducted by Laine Derr

3 Poems by Ashley Kunsa

Standing in the Garden of Myself Where My Lover Misplaced a Rusting Trowel sweet nectar of firebush plumbing the fraudulent ____________________________________this argument from broken deities __________________does it matter?   ________________________as light unspools across the thorax of _________________________________________inevitability___________________wading _____course you don’t know me _________________________________________________in this winter-colored dress, my wine-streaked cheeks, their hasty bloom _____________________a zebra longwing … More 3 Poems by Ashley Kunsa

Vintage Binoculars

Vintage Binoculars by Leah Browning Danny found them on a shelf at the back of the shop.  The thin leather strap was worn to a string on one side, and missing its snap, but someone had looped it through and tied it in a knot.  They were otherwise in good condition, for their age. He took them to … More Vintage Binoculars

Flight 2418

Flight 2418 By Paul Bergstraesser “Sir?” Was she talking to him? Who knew. He kept his eyes closed. “Sir.” Yeah, it was him. He took a deep breath and looked at the flight attendant. Her face was artificial-nice from corporate training but underneath he read sourness and disgust. Wasn’t the first time somebody had been repulsed by … More Flight 2418