The Burden of Southern History by W. Perry Epes

As if England and Nature were the same, At Williamsburg we imitate by culling Tricorn and lace—it’s Restoration Game! And out we strut, colonialling, Having to mincestep Revolution (strayed, Were Fancy free...

Driving to Juniata by Katherine E. Young

for David Hutto Up there’s the interstate, peeping through trees. Down here among hollows, satellite dishes, a man on his deck guzzles beer, wishes he were driving that highway. His fancy...

Two Poems by Paula Essex

I Am I am like the Phoenix in mystical mythology regenerating energy amongst the ashes, strengthening my wings over shadows cast by yesterday’s doubts...

[POEM] Drinking Weather by Gregory Luce

Sky perfect dull gray intermittent spits of rain not cold or warm and just enough wind to get inside a jacket and I have nothing to do and all the time in the...

The Shallows by Jody Bolz

A new poem by Jody Bolz, originally published in Bourgeon Vol. 2 # 3