Phil Rowan is a self taught artist with works in oil, watercolor and pastel. His works have appeared […]

Brett Stout, Myrtle Beach, SC

Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan writes Florida noir with a dark humor. Poetry has appeared in Fourth […]

You speak for all of us,
the sad little birds
in brief triumph
over gravity
discovering the bright desolation
we so dislike
and love
in one another

Brett Stout is a 40-year-old artist and writer. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker […]

Tate Lewis recently graduated from Illinois Wesleyan University with a double major in English-writing and Religion. He lives […]

I don’t remember exactly how long he waited
but after we moved to Michigan he followed
and almost everyday he watched me cut, plane, sand,
nail, stain, and finish every single piece, in his wool suits,
until I had an urn.

The boy tries to draw his mother now –
busying the drones in her checkered gardening apparels.
He desires to draw it in toto, all –
the nectar, aromas, manures, sweating, in the milieus
his father screaming, “Fuck you!”