02/06/2021
I have come to put Former People on hiatus after nearly eight years with only one significant break. Our readership peaked in 2014-2015 when we had the first round of interviews that Steven and I d…
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A journal devoted to the literature and criticism of "neo-modernism"
02/06/2021
by Kushal Poddar Godot In the wrong stationthat bleeds awaythe railway profits, on an iron benchpainted dim,and although itscolourants have beenpeeling awayyou can tell it is green, sits Mr Godot,a…
02/06/2021
by P.Muralidharan Irony The virtual trapeze in social media swings dangerously both ways whenever you comment or try to reply to a question Often a poser is one more arrow from the same quiver that…
02/06/2021
a pulchritudinous sonnet according to Paweł Markiewicz I am through a superb window – looking. An angel of feeling awakes in me. The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless. The native auspicious cue…
02/06/2021
by Cameron Morse Cameron Morse is Senior Reviews editor at Harbor Review, a poetry editor at Harbor Editions, and the author of six collections of poetry. His first, Fall Risk, won G…
14/05/2021
Please support our patreon. We discuss the ideas of post-modernism, neo-modernism, and modernism in their aesthetic uses. Music by Winch the Mechanic.Hosts: C. Derick Varn, Shalon Van Tine, and P.H. Higgins Social media:Twitter:
09/05/2021
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27/04/2021
by Ann Christine Tabaka Walking Away from Nowhere There are no words for what I feel,only emotions flying wild. I signed a contract,not for my soul, but for my life.It states that I belong to no on…
27/04/2021
by Paul Tanner limpet wisdom I’m putting out fruit.scuze me, he says, leaning over me. I need to get at them grapes … … I’m putting out tinsand he’s like: you again? move, I wanna grab some beans! …
27/04/2021
by Patricia Walsh Sarcasm on Tape Al being sacred, at a cost to the resident,Turning back punters on an incessant morningThe undirected kiss desperately seekingIt’s unholy destination at a ho…
27/04/2021
by Edward Lee Edward Lee is an artist and writer from Ireland. His paintings and photography have been exhibited widely, while his poetry, short stories, non-fiction have been published in magazine…
27/04/2021
by Josef Krebs Preternatural insignificance Either too little or too much To succeed to accede To all too rare reality Instead we stay outside and watch within The proceedings bleeding into subcons…
27/04/2021
A Poem by Jean Ann Owens It took a longtimeat lastIt’s herewhatare yougoing to dotimeIs running outso much pressurefrom people outsideIt’s bad enoughFrom parentsWho decideI want toget outof hereI c…
27/04/2021
by Adam Kluger ADAM KLUGER IS A NEW YORK CITY BORN STREET ARTIST & WRITER. A DIRECT DESCENDANT OF FAMED BRITISH SCULPTOR JACOB EPSTEIN AND A PAST ART STUDENT OF RENOWNED AR…
27/04/2021
by Stephen House this time silver moon stark hollow internal wakefulness heaven rocketing into hell middle point between both life and death …
27/04/2021
by Meg Pokrass Peaches, Meats He worked in the meat department, said: “Welcome to Peaches Meats, how are you today?” He probably said this to every woman who happened by. I went there a…
27/04/2021
by Thomas M. McDade Ogling The sun came around this morning.The coffee was hot, preserves apricot.The Pantheon was the first stop.Light poured through the dome holeBetter oculus or eye I’m to…
21/04/2021
A Poem by John “Jake” Cosmos Aller a Lone foreign male hikerin the hills above the cityHiking along the ancient Seoul City walls 500 years after the foundingOf the city in 1492 balancin…
21/04/2021
A essay by Franca Mancinelli, translated by John Taylor Photo by Dino Ignani. Ink is poisonous. From its root is generated a plant that can be toxic, but also medicine capable of curing, reuniting …
20/04/2021
by Nels Hanson The Sphinx and Me Who walks on four, two, then three? Confronted with your immediate demiseyou answer bravely, remembering Historyand rivers are always different rivers, say“Baby,” “…
20/04/2021
by Mark DeCarteret Beach Reading No light is worth waiting for this long–not the light that persists on a diet of winteror the one thinned from ecstasy, griefnot the light unfamiliar with sha…
20/04/2021
by Bruce McRae Breaking News In today’s news,a completely fabricated story.A false light.All sorts of imagined disasters. In today’s news,a cock-and-bull reportand sensational weather.A…
19/04/2021
A Poem by Ann Privateer my mind shapes my mindI’m thinking in shapes of lovespilling over and out howling like an orchestrathat found the lost noteand wakes up the world when love flies out t…
19/04/2021
by Howie Good The Death and Life of the Avant-Garde When Franz K. was taken off the train in the middle of the night, he woke on a street of futuristic glass towers that, from an architectural pers…
19/04/2021
A Collaboration by Tony Mancus and CL Bledsoe 9 to 5 They take their time unloading the days like packaging and wait for you to move away from the car door before it detonates into confetti. It& #82…
19/04/2021
by Mark Henderson Overhearings: The Panera Bread in Auburn, Alabama This little kid standing on a chair toldeveryone who entered he does yoga. /A couple; the old woman sits, the oldman’s returning …
19/04/2021
by w. v. sutra the dead sea there was a man who feared the world war three fair son of man forlorn of the paraclete born into deep moral poverty who wanted to be as a fruitful tree who wanted to fl…
17/04/2021
by Jal Nicholl Anti-Lear The thieves, threading dark-eyed night, took everything Even the title deed to your home So you had to move out With nothing but your next meal, a spare set of clothes And …
17/04/2021
A Poem by Rick Rohdenburg This morning I awoke without myself – the pure husk! spun by the bright breeze. The grass blue-green to the river. The river naked through the trees. Rick Rohdenburg atten…
17/04/2021
A Poem by John Sweet With white light pouring fromthe palms of your hands, with thesky laid bare above overhead, blue andendless and filled with the placesi want to touch you. My hunger, which is m…
17/04/2021
A Poem by Carol Hamilton The black reverence of night comes early in the woods where sounds of boat-people culture rise around us from the hidden shoreline There the preparations of bass boats for …
15/04/2021
A poem by Mark Hammerschick She’s in the kitchentending the roast beastwell, two roast beasts,a turkey in the upper ovenand a spiral ham in the lower one.We are trying too hardwe have too many side…
15/04/2021
By Brian Rihlmann Intimacy more than one of youhas complainedabout my “intimacy issues” don’t know whatto tell you—is it my faultI’d rather f**k womenI don’t know?women I couldn’tcare less about? I…
15/04/2021
by Soma Tapadar Soma Tapadar works as a PYP facilitator and coordinator in an International School, Bengaluru, India. She has a Master’s degree in Soil Science and holds an AMS credential for Monte…
12/04/2021
by Frederick Pollack The Art of the Probable As deserts spread, and the needfor any walk dependson how much water you’ll needto make it, the trope of Sunas, what was it? truth, sensuality,moderatio…
12/04/2021
A Poem by Lynn White It looks as though the historians of todayhave finally caught upwith their nineteenth century colleaguesand discoveredthat fresh air is rather goodfor treatingand preventinginf…
12/04/2021
A Poem by Chris Mardiroussian I couldn’t help but feel the throbbing and figured I’d shove the rest of me into her prickly, puffy, pastries, wrap these chalky arms around those greasy, cheese stick…
12/04/2021
by Bray McDonald Studying a Photograph of Ezra Pound Words that no longer calm despairlay fallow in a foreign garden.Old letters dimmed by physical fogrelate a tale so remarkable that it may have n…
12/04/2021
A Poem by George Rawlins Couldn’t America be the fatheryou lost, the mother you failed? America, whose philosophers are bookkeepers,whose great thinkers lure acolytes with clickbait. In a week you’…
12/04/2021
by Simon Perchik *You don’t have a door though the deadare welcome, given a room and comfortedby neighbors as if before you became dirt you must have sensed it comingfelt the ground tremble …
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