by Nathan Dennis | Jul 9, 2021
Red Morgan Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy tears, Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyred thee. Titus Andronicus, III.i.107–108 I was passed from man to man. The crooked alley gave shelter to my ravishers, and they pried my legs open. Like moths trapped in...
by Nathan Dennis | Jul 9, 2021
— an ode to Krispy Kreme Donuts Paul Jones They have no ends, no centers. Angelically white, they rise. They expand before our eyes— light, lithe, gracefully bloated. Hillbilly bagels begin their float down the river of hot oil, wafting, as we are...
by Nathan Dennis | Jul 9, 2021
Terence Culleton There in a breakfast nook an old man peruses the paper. His wife peruses a book there in a breakfast nook. The header: CAUGHT IN A CAPER! The kettle discharges its vapor, as, there in a breakfast nook, an old man peruses the paper. He’s humming...
by Nathan Dennis | Jul 9, 2021
Lucinda Kempe In every faucet there is a river. In every river is a current. In every current there is drag. In every drag there is a queen. In every queen there is certainty. In every certainty there is ambivalence. In every ambivalence there is hurt. In every...
by Nathan Dennis | Jul 9, 2021
Dan Campion There’s always time to watch a setting sun, as long as you entrust to metaphor “there,” “always,” “time,” and “watch” and “set” and “sun.” What else is that technique of thinking for? The fear and pity Aristotle swore were “purged” by tragedy, or at...
by Nathan Dennis | Jul 9, 2021
Mitchell Nobis I stepped off the Metro in March to a sea of teenagers still holding their signs: “I’ll miss my friends more than you’ll miss your guns.” Their faces alive with voice, their eyes beacons of belief, the students straggled toward home, the...
