♦ I. Jane Satterfield | Between the Dog & the Wolf and four more poems ◊ Between the Dog & the Wolf is the hinge between the mythic & the mundane, the scrim of light where the shepherd’s alert to the shifting shape at the edge of the flock— II. Clive Watkins | Intercontinental […]| The Fortnightly Review
By: MARK SCROGGINS. ◊ Introduction from the Author: When I began Zion Offramp in the summer of 2015—at first without title, then under another title best forgotten—I knew little of where I was going, only that I wanted to attempt a poem of substantial length whose modular or serial structure would allow me to explore as many […]| The Fortnightly Review
By: NORMAN FINKELSTEIN. ◊Image credit: Aldon Nielson A Tomb for Tyrone Williams auntology: the study of things that are gone but are still there; the study of the invisible powers that move us, control us, or perhaps free us, body and soul. Body and soul: the body living and dying, the body politic, Leviathan, or […]| The Fortnightly Review
By: KELVIN CORCORAN. ◊ From Position-Zero ius-strokes from position-zero!’ John Berryman It came back to me, burnt bodies hanging in the bird-less trees singing for their lives, the unnamed ghosts of smoke in Dadia forest. The list is endless, the loss endless, we might learn something by listening. Ritsos, Sikelianos, Seferis, Elytis, heard the land […]| The Fortnightly Review
By FRANK NIMS. Walking Down First Avenue the Other Day, They Were Tearing Down That Place We Used to Hang Out All the Time When It Was New nd we went together as well as Bobby Hackett and Lee Wiley as black coffee and an ocean breeze as a front porch swing and a rainy […]| The Fortnightly Review
By PAIGE BLACKBURN. ◊ Stopping by the Valley on a Snowy Evening “Illinois Valley man arrested after shooting, escaping on lawn mower, police standoff” —centralillinoisproud.com he murders, here, are as sure as the wallabies, the boa constrictors, the chemical rain, the explosions, drug busts, suicides, mine collapses and sinkholes, hospital closures, fast food arsonists, […]| The Fortnightly Review
By ALISTAIR NOON. ◊ The Phonographic Commission an I read or write? No sir. Speak loud and clearly? Yes. Can I sing my homeland? I tell him the hills I left when soldiers made me a soldier. Cigar Man nods. His nib moves on as a blackbird addresses the camp from a birch. My nib […]| The Fortnightly Review
◊ Professionals aving scaled the wall, they leapt over the bristling shards of broken glass, hoping to land softly in the slop-pile left over from last year’s meager scrapings. As they fell endlessly, they came to the conclusion that they must have picked the wrong wall. Growing used to the void, they started to think […]| The Fortnightly Review
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