SPRING 2026
FEATURED ARTICLE
Letters From Brain Jail
by Paul M. French
While I idle in front of Famous Footwear, I watch a man doing air duster in an old Hyundai. He’s reclined in his seat, his crusty left sneaker resting on the frame of the open driver’s side window—the can is barely visible, just the black cap and red mosquito-mouth nozzle. There’s no one else in the car.
We are sitting side-by-side in the middle of a strip mall parking lot off of Quebec, east of Denver. People come here for the Walmart, mostly.
At the edge of the lot, a man in a long green coat wanders alone, occasionally peering into car windows and screaming to himself. I think about driving somewhere else, but my doctor said I needed new shoes and I’ve always gone to Famous Footwear. Read…
FEATURED POET
Marissa Forbes
ADDRESSES TO CIVIC CENTER PARK, LABOR, AND AMBITION
Since you’re all gathered here
today, let’s talk about our pasts.
First, I’m sorry I didn’t pay much attention to you
except when sprawling my body—swollen with life—
on your grass, or later when my still-nursing son
tripped up your ramp and ripped his lip-tie... Read
