We are looking for short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, visual art, and photography that explore all the dirty things we’re told to scrub away… and what happens when they stick around.…
The kids of the neighborhood have come for / Halloween, and gone, and I look after / after the soap on other windows than / only these dirty, look, and where / for another costume, in exactly this same, other …
The snow has started tonight / for another, hammering next door / with no / money to keep the cold out / the poverty always with a hammer…
I’ve drunk beer all day in these / cottonwoods, / and the snow falling / in Boston, the rain full of books…
All fools and all favorites / and kings of us / are gone, and rain—the stars / are out again…
The pines up the mountains are red in the dirt / all the way through the earth / to Spain…
