Ægis
By Poetry Issue 100
A certain way I was is gone,
I admit, the ways that I was young.
Jay
By Poetry Issue 100
A bird sits the branch in beauty for
It has recently killed.
Take These Words
By Poetry Issue 100
To be a poet you must write
more than you know
The Master of Salt
By Short Story Issue 100
It was another year or two before Brother Thibault whispered to Gérard the secret of his salt. He had, apparently, received unearthly assistance.
Read MoreBurn
By Short Story Issue 100
Doesn’t a fire, good and hot, burn back into a wound until there’s nothing left for it to do but heal?
Read MoreThe Best of Rivals
By Editorial Issue 100
Our solitude turns out to be crowded. The writer’s tiny hut is filled with ghosts; the painter’s chilly studio is populated by unseen rivals; in the poet’s hard-won hideaway, invisible influences lurk. Others are always already there. So much for the romantic myth.
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