by Brenda Mann Hammack
The birds keep dropping
like thick leaves only
to rise again. A truck
scorches by and my eyes
scan, adjusting for depth
and focus.
Yesterday, even the wind took color,
flung itself at my […]
Skins
Where You Rest Your Head
by P.J. Martin
A study table with a laptop just below the window, the vertical blinds are missing teeth, and dusty. The table is older than you, in its drawers are […]
Paranoid Park
(directed by Gus Van Sant)
Review by Shannon Scott Stebbins
Early autumn 2001 found me rambling down Burnside Avenue in Portland, Oregon. My breath was still turning out the local ale […]
