SHADOWS We walk together on this late December afternoon as we have walked For more than half a century. If we stand each year in...

Waiting is no game. It belongs to life as intimately as sleeping. To survive our times of waiting poses one of life's greatest...

Captain Charlie's Station (watercolor on paper, 2000) Sarah Hasty Williams is an artist, graphic designer and writer. For more of her...

Hal: vocals, guitars, bass Hugo: drums She Moved Me You choose me She tastes me like fall She chose me Selects me first overall I need...

Strelitzia Like birds in paradise we flew orange and blue beneath the guillotine of night. from STONES: The Collected Short Poems of...

The Hawk A long red light with no traffic keeps the car idling and anxious. Across the highway, a cornfield shows the collapse of autumn;...

from River City Ebb & Flow In our minds the hotel, the joints, and the clinic served as a funnel to the courthouse. Located on a massive...

I Meant to Close the Window Where are those terror ful nights we suffered as children? Look in boxes under the eaves, unless attics have...

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This is the Canopic Publishing video for "Happiness" by Tom Staley, a song from his 2011 album We're Gonna Be OK. Canopic wanted to share...

Photo by Beth Hannabass The Owling We huddle beneath a freezing moon, waiting. Blue-cold, we drain a bottle of Absolut . Your breath...

In early spring 1968, when I was seven, my brother Hal, five years my senior, showed me how to read the statistics on the back of...

The Hal Rice Noodles, "You Were Never Mine" (McClinton/Nicholson/Tench) The Noodles Jeff Taylor: vocals Hal Rice: piano, acoustic guitar...

Editor's note: Tillman Crane is a photographer of deep talent and keen awareness. For folks who are inspired by the art of photography,...

Illustration by Sarah Hasty Williams The Old Dreamer No longer dreams of glass-winged dragonflies That hawked mosquitos from the summer...

From the editors: When Mick Lee and Canopic began discussing his memoir Undiscovered Dinosaur, he mentioned a song he had recorded with...

A Brooklyn Night in July In the street below two gangs pierce soft places where flesh had been while here on the tar-papered tenement...

Interlude: Ode on a Miracle A cold January morning. I wake, shower, pour a cup of coffee into a go-cup, and get in the car. The morning...

We are very pleased to announce that the coming months will feature the publication of two distinct poetry collections from Canopic...

Mike "Hugo" Wright: drums & schingbo Hal: all the other stuff