Our Latest Finds

Bishop Trees

Bishop Trees

She wants to ask the trees some questions, a solemn synod grown anciently deaf.
Bird Brain

Bird Brain

When I was a boy I swallowed a bird. Its black and yellow feathers poked out from my lips like a toy.
The Everything-Goes Garage Sale of My Love

The Everything-Goes Garage Sale of My Love

Someone left the guitar out in the rain, and I don’t think I can take it.
Semilunar

Semilunar

In the autumn, we fling open the windows and commune with the stars from your bedside.
July 1964

July 1964

She holds a flower, listening only to the small petals. They’ve all come outside to see the purple.
Ten Cents

Ten Cents

Once I saw a man, whose brother had been murdered, sidearm a coin into a fountain.
Transcendence

Transcendence

No difference between night and day when during sleep the world changes. You repeatedly pull yourself out and the crowd pushes you.
Twilight of the Dogs

Twilight of the Dogs

This is the way the world ends, not with a whimper but a growl.
The Northern Lights

The Northern Lights

I never took your last breath; you never saw my first. So when I was young I invented fathers to take your place.
Centerpiece

Centerpiece

The women sit before a turkey, baked for hours, always counting the minutes, tapping feet to a tune.
The Spirit of the Horse

The Spirit of the Horse

There are deep impressions in the grass, tracks from your truck and muddied sod from the vet who “put him down.”
My House

My House

Let me give you my address so that if you are in the neighborhood you can drive by, see if they’ve repainted.
Meeting Mandy

Meeting Mandy

The longer a meeting gets put off, the more daunting it becomes. Try waiting four years.
From Our Point of View We Had Moved to the Left

From Our Point of View We Had Moved to the Left

From 1993 comes this prescient political fable of an alternate American future eerily like our own.
Piltdown Cometh

Piltdown Cometh

The Piltdown Review is a journal of remarkable finds. Join us for the unveiling on May 23rd, and find out how to make yourself part of our inaugural weeks.

Upcoming

  • Poultry Shears
    a poem by Judith Skillman
  • The Last Stroke
    a story by Elisa Orzac Shoenberger
  • Gentleness
    a poem by Aurea Kochanowski
  • Genrealities: Five Honest-to-Goodness True Stories of Everyday Humiliations
    an essay by Michael Libling
  • Like Writing a Bicycle
    a poem by William Shunn