Features

A Colloquy With Jess Stoner

“Yet how much room for memory there is / In the loose girdle of soft rain” – Hart Crane ... more »

Poetry

"Still life with turnstile" and two more poems

"the pay phone the map the silence. . . ." more »

Features

Barbara Ellen Sorensen: An Uncomfortable Closeness to God

Poet and writer Barbara Ellen Sorensen talks about poetry as a healing art, the spiritual aspects of living with a disability, and how poetry connects us with beauty. more »

Fiction

Liminality: A Life Study

She learned once, by the dark spaces between stars, not to believe what one sees. more »

Features

Lizzie Stark: Grownup Make Believe Rocks!

Editor-in-chief Lizzie Stark talks to Fringe about her new book, Leaving Mundania, a narrative nonfiction exploration of the world of larp, or live action role-play. more »

Nonfiction

Holding Onto

My father began to purchase things after my mother died. Large, rusting things. My mother passed away in August, and Dad parked the stake truck in our Silver Creek, NY driveway by April. We were horrified, my many siblings and I, at its crumbling... more »

Poetry

"21st-Century Sappho" and two more poems

"along the rugged coastline, / wearing couture dresses trimmed with feathers. . . ." more »

Fiction

All Towards One Point

What would happen, those of us with darker imaginations would wonder, when every point became too far separated from all others? more »

(de)ClassifiedLiterature

I Hope It's Not A Frankenstein

I'm workin' on a heart. It's gonna love watch what I tell you. It's gonna love for me. And receive love. Better than I did the first time. Been workin' on it. It's almost finished, almost whole. Gonna pop that sucker in, wind it up, beat beat. So I... more »

Vintage Fringe

Fragments from a Nonexistent Yiddish Poet

Jehanne Dubrow will change the way you think about ears, in this vintage set of poems from Issue 13. more »

Nonfiction

Relics

I turn the jar, label to the back and regard the contents. A small handful of darkened, yellowed bone chips, most smaller than peppercorns, and I think of the relics that have been kept of saints. Bits of fingers, locks of hair, the odd toe or tip... more »

Poetry

"Nib nok nok" and two more poems

"Nib nok nok / hreft and cleft, / pick axet splitd / . . . " more »

Fiction

Patagonia

Patagonia. She said it like an incantation, trying to cast the same spell over me that the word had cast over her...Patagonia: the end of the earth, the limit of human understanding. more »

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