"Six Foot Deep," flash fiction by Claire LoaderSix Foot Deep The crescent moon waxes her tips towards Venus and your hand reaches for the shovel. Always the same: four foot long, two...
"My heart is empty now," a poem by Rethabile MasiloMy heart is empty now Please just let me turn down this volume in my head, so I can sit back, place my hands behind my head like a...
"Shadows," a poem by Gene KimmetSHADOWS 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" by Charles E. RiceWaiting 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" by Sarah Hasty WilliamsCaptain Charlie's Station (watercolor on paper, 2000) Sarah Hasty Williams is an artist, graphic designer and writer. For more of her...
"She Moved Me," a song by Hal Rice 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," a poem by Charles GhignaStrelitzia Like birds in paradise we flew orange and blue beneath the guillotine of night. from STONES: The Collected Short Poems of...
"The Hawk," a poem by Phil RiceThe Hawk A long red light with no traffic keeps the car idling and anxious. Across the highway, a cornfield shows the collapse of autumn;...
"Ma Brewer's Trial" by Jim Biedenharnfrom 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," a poem by Virginia Smith RiceI Meant to Close the Window Where are those terror ful nights we suffered as children? Look in boxes under the eaves, unless attics have...
"Happiness," a song by Tom StaleyThis 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...
Phil Rice: The OwlingPhoto by Beth Hannabass The Owling We huddle beneath a freezing moon, waiting. Blue-cold, we drain a bottle of Absolut . Your breath...
Phil Rice: The Mets, Maggie, and MeIn 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"The Hal Rice Noodles, "You Were Never Mine" (McClinton/Nicholson/Tench) The Noodles Jeff Taylor: vocals Hal Rice: piano, acoustic guitar...
Tillman Crane: Nature wins (North Dakota Portfolio 2016)Editor's note: Tillman Crane is a photographer of deep talent and keen awareness. For folks who are inspired by the art of photography,...
"The Old Dreamer," a poem by Gene KimmetIllustration by Sarah Hasty Williams The Old Dreamer No longer dreams of glass-winged dragonflies That hawked mosquitos from the summer...
Mick Lee, Paul Kossoff & Andy Fraser: "Endin' of My Days"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," a poem by Charles GhignaA Brooklyn Night in July In the street below two gangs pierce soft places where flesh had been while here on the tar-papered tenement...
Phil Rice: Ode on a MiracleInterlude: 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...