Two poems by Julia Webb

Camping If I could snuff out the world I would, if I could chase away the what once was, if I could glance at a mirror and catch a glimpse of an unspoilt smile.Instead I climb dark stairs, cloak the mirrors, shut the curtains tight against the moon's perfect...

Two book reviews

Charles Christian writes…Couple of interesting books have arrived here during the past few weeks. The first is Ten Poems about East Asia & Kitsch Nebula Ampersands And – and that really is the title, not a typo – by sometime IS&T contributor...

New haibun by Tish Davis

Champagne Music  I slip the Lawrence Welk CD into the station and whisper, “Mom, our first sleep over.” Black and whites change with the notes on his accordion, shadows across toes exposed at the bottom of the bed. The nurse now finished returns the...

A new poem by Gwilym Williams

An Old Man Walks Home  In the garden there grows a crippled treeheavy with crab-applesfood for wormsand wasps. In the garden pondthe frogs floatgrim facedthey blink and croak. On the outhouse roofthe owl restspatient for the nightMagritte’s clock...