PoetryI Count My BlessingsBy Martin Bemberg After a hard day’s ecstasy the legs are the first to weaken Under the weight of the recently Belgian bicyclical Ambe...byKody FordSep 14, 2012
PoetryTo Quote My WifeBy Martin Bemberg “I thought I’d found my husband. What a cruel joke to lose him,” She says looking back on my headache so...byKody FordSep 14, 2012
PoetryThe Names Of WaterBy Martin Bemberg They say there are in “Eskimo” some thirty or more words for ice. But we too have many words for water’s...byKody FordSep 14, 2012
PoetrySmoke SecedesBy Martin Bemberg A ready-damned-made americano, iced: Where’s the taste it ought to have? And where’s my money back? I’m ...byKody FordSep 14, 2012
PoetryLife Without The InternetBy Martin Bemberg When I use it more often as a table in my lap And less as a laptop, and am under the influence Of things like Janis Joplin...byKody FordSep 14, 2012
PoetryButterfly KnivesBy Martin Bemberg My lover is most Christian among Heathens And is not afraid of knives some cohort kings Have banned and brandished, Becaus...byKody FordSep 14, 2012
ArtMIXED MEDIUMS: The Art & Photography of Lee WyattBy Kody Ford EditorĀ Lee Wyatt has a lot of willpower. His singular determination has allowed him to go from novice to expert in no time, s...byKody FordSep 12, 2012
ProseExecutive HeroismBy Marty Shutter EXECUTIVE HEROISM: FINAL MOMENTS OF ONE CIVILIZATION Ours is a government of tire inflation guidelines file cabinet hallway...byKody FordSep 12, 2012
PoetryAgingBy Joshua Robert Long you are never going to forget the way hair circles the drain or the way the altitude tightens the face the red in the ...byKody FordSep 6, 2012
PoetryPayrollBy Joshua Robert Long I wake up every Friday and walk into the kitchen joints all stiff and the walls like myself feel less of the youth as ...byKody FordSep 6, 2012