Masthead

"...beneath their sheets there are just five hundred piles of bones/ saying BOO over and over again, first softly/ and then a little bit louder, slowly building up/ until it is the only sound in the entire world."
--from "i am afraid at times of the stories i tell"
Sasha Fletcher

"We want to make our secrets public like a disease: you will feel the effect but you won't know how to eradicate it because it will come from inside your body."
--from "The Hostage Crisis"
Johannes Göransson

"a dodo bird is loose in the house. he is lanky and grey, orange-red flags wrap up his neck, flap freely around his face. the eyes are wild but sad. i think i will trap him so he can't hurt me."
--from "Ballad of Perpetual Fathers"
Jessica Chrastil

"Sheep dust the
fields. The first
blanch of mold on
a heel of bread."
--from "Walking into the Ground"
David Ward