An independent literary press featuring poetry and short fiction at the confluence of Charles Simic and Ray Bradbury. We publish books and a periodic digital magazine, Hidden Peak Review.
“Beauty is related not to loveliness but to a state in which reality plays a part.”
— WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
my mother tells me about the symmetry of the roses on her own mother’s headstone how they hold within that ancient compressed animal her spirit — and in the end we are sitting on a bench in the garden I … Continue reading The Ending Is A Sharp Point To How I Was →
same as any other spring the crow beaks drip red and a wishbone is bleaching on the window sill – it’s nothing like blood, I know that now. I am kept up early by the dry snap of branches and … Continue reading A Study of Skeletons / A Cherry Tree Picked Clean →
A slight shiver of the trees is considered by windologists as a mourning, not to be confused with a vibrant tousle of a leaf, which is, not surprisingly, its opposite: joy. A bird, flying just below gale-force winds is persistence. … Continue reading How to Translate the Wind →
Honey-flavored lozenges coating our throats, you split a mango in the tree shade by the lemonade stand, fleshing out the football shaped seed. Juices running down our chins, you begin a burial ceremony for all the mango seeds we have … Continue reading A Honey Summer Fruit Promise →
It’s actually so easy. to lie if you’re doing most of it to yourself. I don’t like to practice. I think I’ll buy the one with pine tree resin. I think I’ll drink it in the skatepark. I would kiss … Continue reading Poem In Which I Experience One Emotion And Buy Craft Beer →
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