by Matthew Johnson | Jan 10, 2026 | Poetry
Whalefall by Pepper Trail Whalefall From the higher darkness above (for there is no darkness but darkness the higher and the lower and then here, the soft silt, the end) it stirs the world long before its coming slow soundless thunderous in its arrival invisible...
by Matthew Johnson | Nov 6, 2025 | Essay
Written in Thorns by Lila J. Cutter Written in Thorns Then round about that place there grew a hedge of thorns thicker every year… —”Sleeping Beauty,” The Brothers Grimm In 1992, architect Michael Brill...
by Matthew Johnson | Jul 10, 2025 | Uncategorized
Dreams of a Portland Watershed by Sam Olson Dreams of a Portland Watershed Through gullies we made a wilderness of, Arnold Creek raised us with its thickets. There were gutted, flipped-over cars. Mildew-coated homes abandoned mid-build. Fern-roofed sheds spilling...
by Matthew Johnson | Jul 9, 2025 | Poetry
Curiosity Killed the Cat by Kaz Hatch Curiosity the Cat Killed Not the early fall’s field mice,snitching through tallow grass tall and crisping, Not a sparrow or a swallow or a red-striped snake,unwound and left limp on the doorstep, No grasshopper that zipped into...