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Sydney Lea: Sunday Morning

…his left ring finger was hewn at the knuckle quite some years ago.  If I think hard enough, I can remember when he was secretive about that injury. He kept the disfigured hand in his pocket or behind his back as much as he could.

June 6, 2021 · 1 Comment

Michael Simms: Oh Darlin’

The intimacy
Of strangers is luminous, the way
We wish well for the man who lost
His car keys, the woman coming in
Out of the rain, the girl who missed
Her bus, the boy who stutters.

August 8, 2020 · 14 Comments

Jason Baldinger: Résumé

apparently just to live
just to experience life
is not an acceptable trade

January 28, 2020 · 2 Comments

Michael Simms: The end of civilization as we know it

I want to apologize for walking in
When the dog was licking
Your bald head as you lay
On the couch drinking rum
Straight from the bottle…

January 18, 2020 · 23 Comments

Michael Simms: The Story of Autumn House Press (1998-2020)

Most literary presses fade away when the founder leaves, so I cannot tell you how much it thrills me that AHP continues into the second generation.

January 5, 2020 · 8 Comments

Thomas Sayers Ellis: All Their Stanzas Look Alike

All their Selected Collecteds
All their Oxford Nortons
All their Academy Societies
All their Oprah Vendlers
All their stanzas look alike

October 29, 2019 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: Hands

Every man who works with his hands
Has seen that look. Maybe we showed up
To patch the roof, service the furnace,
Or unclog the sewer…

September 22, 2019 · 9 Comments

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