Philip Newton is a writer and musician living in Oregon. His novel, Terrane, was published in September by Unsolicited Press, and his poetry has appeared in magazines from Portland, Oregon to Bangalore, India. Fatal Gratitude To our great delight we have determined That it is your job to be emptied out And deposited right there Where […]Read more "Fatal Gratitude"
David Spicer has had poems in The American Poetry Review, Ploughshares, Gargoyle, Mad Swirl, Reed Magazine, Slim Volume, The New Verse News, The Laughing Dog, Chiron Review, Easy Street, Bad Acid Laboratories, Inc., Dead Snakes, among others, and in the anthologies Silent Voices: Recent American Poems on Nature (Ally Press, 1978), Perfect in Their Art: […]Read more "I Have Known You All Before"
Every year frogs hatch in our pool. Each night, a grinding chorus, throaty and pleasing, through the window as dusk falls. They’re all going to die, my husband says, they’ll get sucked through the drain. It ruins it for him. Not me, I love their dark, wet sound. It doesn’t seem so different from our […]Read more "Filling The Night"
my cousin and I find the body of a bat on the ground near the old church demolition stones my cousin and I listen to a radio show about butchering We eat venison and white rice shrimp sautéed in so much butter The butcher reads a story she eats less meat The plane in the […]Read more "never never never"
“On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of the conditions. Does any-one have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing […]Read more "The Force That Drives The Flower"