Muscovy – Sarah Rae
Sunday, July 15, 2012 13:35 — 0 Comments
The family business was insurance, and my Dad was the agent. Nearly every one of our clients had a claim. Same thing with every agency in southeast Louisiana. It backed us up as well as the companies. Processing claims took at least three months longer than usual. Many fell through cracks until we followed up. We inevitably lost business. Many people wouldn’t be returning to Louisiana at all, and whether it took a month or five years companies would be terminating contracts. There was no shortage of work. The old lazy days of coming into work, turning on the coffee pot […]
Can You Say That About Your Team – Shaun Scott
Thursday, June 14, 2012 8:14 — 0 Comments
June is a special month for me, because that’s when I start production work on my feature films. This is my 4th year of writing, directing, and editing my own material, and the mental grind of living up to the expectations I set out for myself is a labor of love that demands an occasional respite. I think we’re all in need of parallel social realities with rules and archetypes and characters that comment on our own, that help us form and reinforce our beliefs. For some people, it’s “Twin Peaksâ€; for some people it’s garden-variety gossip; for me it’s […]
The Breaking Towers: on Hart Crane’s Crumbling Muses – Mischa Willett
Friday, June 1, 2012 13:10 — 2 Comments
No longer do I believe that there is a mystic muse, sister of the Minotaur. This is another of the monsters I had for nurse, whom I have wasted. I am myself a part of what is real, and it is my own speech and the strength of it, this only, that I hear, or ever shall.
A Celebration of the Sonnet – Katie Wilson
Sunday, April 22, 2012 13:41 — 1 Comment
It may be that a poetic form as venerable as the sonnet does not especially need new celebration. Poets still write sonnets, after all – even if to some the form may seem antiquated, oppressive, or just plain uninteresting. And the sonnets of centuries past are still read, studied, and appreciated, from Petrarch to Shakespeare, and on through the Romantics and the Moderns. There are popular and beloved sonnets that nearly everyone has read and still remembers, at least in name: Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 18” that begins “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?â€, Shelley’s “Ozymandias”, Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s “How Do I […]
Slim-Fast Vacation – Lori Horvitz
Thursday, February 2, 2012 16:47 — 5 Comments
Two years had gone by since my last relationship ended, since I last kissed anyone. Not for lack of trying. I went on dates with women, most of whom I met on the Internet–one who told me her ex-girlfriend had accused her of strangulation, but in her defense, said, “There weren’t even any marks on her neck!†When I asked how she trained her four well-behaved Jack Russell dogs, she said, “I beat the shit out of them!†Another who, when I told her I was Jewish, said, “I once met a woman from Germany.†And another who was a […]
Monarch in Glorious Physicality
Sunday, November 6, 2011 23:23 — 2 Comments
We are delighted to announce the arrival of our debut print edition! Soon it will be available in bookstores all across Seattle, but for now you can order through our home page. If you want the full physical effect (free from digital mediation of any sort), please join us for our release party, November 20th, 8:00-11:00pm at The Pub at 3rd Place Books, 6504 20th Ave. NE (on the corner of 65th and 20th). We’ll have plenty of copies waiting (sans shipping charges). Jim Brantingham, Rebecca Hoogs, Rebecca Bridge, Jed Myers, Zac Hill, Jason Whitmarsh and Julie Larios will read their inspiring […]
The Loves and Lusts of a Horticulturalist – Askold Melnyczuk, Heide Hatry
Sunday, October 30, 2011 14:40 — 2 Comments
Essay by Askold Melnyczuk and Photograph by Heide Hatry from the forthcoming book Not a Rose Flowers are flirts. Like strippers in a church, they will not be overlooked. They can’t help it. They were born that way, sex organs on their sleeves. Kind of like Lady Gaga. Both invite us to speculate about appearances and time. For poets, roses once reported life is short. Heat cools. But poets are cowards, and lazy to boot. They sang roses—span’s forever to a lily, whose biological clock chimes with the sun. Flowers bring us to our eyes, yet their implications vary by […]
Jury Duty – Janee Baugher
Tuesday, August 23, 2011 19:32 — 6 Comments
It’s Wednesday and I’m reporting for jury duty. As I approach Seattle’s downtown courthouse, I regard the statue of Lady Justice.
Cabbie Tells All – Craven Rock
Monday, August 15, 2011 0:22 — 2 Comments
“Did Jerry Springer call you? I gave them your number,†my buddy Herman asked me. Herman had just gone on the trashy talk show for a segment called I’m Leaving My Family For a Stripper with a dancer that he drives home in his taxi. The whole thing was fabricated: even his “family†didn’t exist. His baby momma was someone else he knew from taxiing around Louisville’s nightlife. Herman has serendipity when it comes to acting and appearing in weird shit. His booming voice can be heard in the B movie Sick Perverts, as a DJ announcing the apocalypse. He […]
How to Cancel Your Wedding – Janice Wilson Stridick
Friday, July 29, 2011 19:22 — 4 Comments
So you have the wrong guy, and you’ve said yes because you feel old, you feel sorry for him, you hate your mother, you hate your job, you love his brother—whatever, you have a wedding to plan. Have fun—you deserve it—the pain is yet to come. Make sure that you and your mother fight over whom to invite. Wrangle over every shrimp hors d’oeurve. Pore over the latest tome of ultra-fashionable wedding accoutrements, and then figure out how you, your mother, and sisters can make them for half (or one-third) of the cost. Oh. The wedding dress. Of course you […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
