I hope that some Iowans read this because I want them to know it. I hate Iowa
it’s coming along. i’m getting back to all the submissions these days. Collecting for volume 4 now. Been in the desert for 40 days can’t wait to go home (but not before I put these lit mags in all the used book stores from Pheonix back to Detroit)
This haiku by Robert Hunter describes the enormous silence of the late fall.
This poem, by Robert Hunter, describes the attempt to describe a beautiful landscape, which degenerates into merely imagining oneself as the landscape.
This sorrowful, late-autumnal poem, by Valentine, is in a traditional sonnet form, something most of us have forgotten about completely. It describes the cold, and the lack of one’s beloved.
This beautiful poem by Casey Haloran describes a long hiking trip with his beloved, and ends with a very peculiar image.