The moment she dies, you’re in stirrups having a pap smear. How symbolic is that? You made the appointment months ago. You were exhausted...

Steve Parham met Canopic's Phil Rice in 1976. For the next two years, Steve's relatively practical approach to being in high school...

Morning song Suddenly I felt awkward, and walked off, left heaven and its Messiah lectures and that flock of sheep, went down along old...

Gleah Powers is the author of the award winning novella Edna and Luna, which was named a Finalist in the 2017 Next Generation Indie Book...

The first two issues of Canopic Jar were printed and distributed (marginally) in 1986. The highlights included poetry by P.A. Merrill...

She perked me up when she did her perfect pirouettes to the Blue Danube waltz. She wore a sky blue tutu made from stiff nylon netting and...

"The waslap of my father," a poem written and read by Rethabile Masilo, is from the book Waslap (The Onslaught Press, 2015). This reading...

In a hulking, black-clad mass, nearly twenty turkey vultures congregated in Maude’s yard. The 12-gauge shotgun blasts she fired over...

"After Lunch on Sundays," a poem written and read by Rethabile Masilo, is from the book Waslap (The Onslaught Press, 2015). This reading...

"The Horses," a poem written and read by Rethabile Masilo, is from the book Waslap (The Onslaught Press, 2015). This reading was streamed...

A selection from The View from My Ridge by Charles E. Rice Growing up in a mill town teaches one violence—and survival tactics. Pietistic...