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Issue 151
I soak the stone with acid streams. The decomposed entertain golden showers enough to not reach up and slaughter me. All these concrete benches, but no outhouses. – From “We Are Evergreen” by Alex...
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Issue 152
Not so complacent in her dressing gown, the sensuous world remains mused upon, thoughts common to many still not dispersed by sun, moon, heavens above, trinity eternally present, each spring revived...
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Issue 153
the wall between us was so thin / i could hear him pour his tea / in a basement room i rented in a rooming house on beacon street / boston / 1973 – From “The Rooming House” by Mark Belair Contributors:...
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Issue 154
Wading through an apocalypse of fallen dreams, asphalt grinds my toenails to the quick – From “Relinquishing Control” by Laurie Kolp Contributors: Ean Bevel, Laurie Kolp, Glenn H. Mitchell, Anna...
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Issue 155
It must have been a toy. That pink thing in the gutter. Its four white wheels, like the kind you see on office chairs, stood out from the gutter as I idled at a red light. The handles too were white....
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Issue 156
A mystic time exists amid loathed last calls and sunrise splendor: when bulbous spiders spin silky webs and swallow half-hardened prey… – From “Downtown at Dawn” by Tyler Auffhammer Contributors: Tyler...
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Issue 157
Freeways curve and lift like air currents, move through the inland valley without doubt or dilemma. – From “Driving Across the Valley” by Carla McGill Contributors: John Carroll, Michael Chaney, Bob...
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Issue 158
The black navel of contemplation—the theater hall— throbs, brash flashes of screen light assault. The walls holding in the public: strobe, engross, entomb, fragile denizens of the dark… – From “Lurkers...
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Issue 159
A fragment of his bone was said to be asleep within the white stone altar that bore his name. Of all the mysteries in this church, the relic itched the most. – From “St. Edward the Confessor” by Fred...
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Issue 160
The Incident, as it came to be known throughout the school and town, occurred during our seventh grade end-of-year field trip to a shabby park on the outskirts of town. – From “The Incident” by Molly...
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Spring 2015 Print Anthology
Crack the Spine. Bend a fresh book until your hands meet beneath its stressed strings. Feel the weight of words snap free. This anthology includes the best poetry and prose from Crack the Spine...
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Issue 161
More poetry than can be lived, though God knows, he tries… From “More Poetry” by Tom Montag Contributors: Christopher S. Bell, Leah Burbank, Bryan Crumpley, Lee Todd Lacks, Tiffany McDaniel, Tom...
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Issue 162
it doesn’t take a Husserl to connect her plots first you must never forget and regret -From “The Church of Phenomenal Stretching” by John Marvin Jackson Braun, Melissa Marni, John Marvin, Megan...
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Issue 163
I sent my partner out before me to clear the way into the waiting world, and listened, longing for Taiw From “Ibeji” by Katie Moore Contributors: Carl Boon, Luanne Castle, Katie Moore, Anne Reingold,...
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Issue 164
Being webbed in the face by some thug spider disgruntled over standing guard in the center of its entrails… From “Tokyo Tea” by William C. Blome Contributors: William C. Blome, Ricky Garni, David...
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Issue 165
Dear father, you gave me this cruel gift that I give back to you now, this writing spelled out in the alphabet of my years, these words spilling like black blood on the page. From “Comorant” by Phillip...
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Issue 166
It is May fair that brings your sun into my house, my lord, pushing open the very dark of my middle heart. From “Lady Macbeth Before Marriage” by Stephen Scott Whitaker Contributors: Nick Gregorio,...
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Issue 167
Lentement, lentement, lentement, the old man says. That is how the trees must grow, like the hairs on your head. From “Gardening the Forest” by Marcia LeBeau Contributors: Christine Catalano, Susan G....
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Issue 168
You cry like the devil at pain. You cry like the devil at fear. You cry like the devil at hope. You cry like the devil. From “Jackson Baugh from Wye County” by Brian Howlett Contributors: Brian...
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Issue 169
I was spoiled, stuck up. I was embarrassed because I talked too much. Wine glasses mocked me at the table. From “To the Filet Mignon Left on My Plate” by Shannon Phillips Contributors: Daniel J....
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