StringTown Magazine

Issue #10, 2007
C.R. Manley--"First Night on Jupiter Mountain"
Clothes hang on aspens: toes clenched
on a slab of rock. Dust from my arms and feet
clouds the water. The water cold
only when I wet my hair.
The wind is warm, and the last of the sun    [more...]

Issue #9, 2006
Sandra Meade--"Constellation"
Under the radiant moon cup
moonlit beasts
at the star sky tree.
Fallen Leaves
pale white, reflect light    [more...]

Issue #8, 2005
Jess Mills--"The Visitor"
The god of winter afternoons
is a scraggly god. I've invited him
for tea and conversation,
but he has few words to say.    [more...]

Issue #7, 2004
Steve Cleveland--"Crust"
Rustic Christ
eating crusty bread.

Sitting under the stars
with his disciples. [more...]

Issue #6, 2003
Jennifer Gann--"Teetering"
You are wearing what your father calls a "hippie shirt." It's patchwork and billows down around your thighs. Underneath, you imagine your belly ballooned out into pregnant proportions. Which, come to think of it, is a possibility--you haven't seen your period all month and your last sexual encounter was anything but protected. [more...]

Issue #5, 2002
Nils Coleman--"John Crawdad Confession"
The carpet is red, but it's thirty years old. Look where it's worn through on the stairs. You can see where the paneling's warped. I've been trying to get the management here to fix my leaky faucet for a month. You know what they do? They finally send out a guy—comes in when I'm gone and replaces it with another leaky faucet. I don't know if they got the thing from the dump? It still leaks. And cheap, too. What does that tell you?[more...]

Issue #4, 2001
Scott Poole--"Why I Love My Garage Door Opener"
I don't know if this is a cure
for dumbness
but I decided to grow corn,

rows of it, in my garage. [more...]

Issue #3, 2000
Jeffrey Gerhardstein--"The New Rome, Built in a Day"
Igloos and yurts. Bisexuals and mopeds.
Vague yearning for anisette and olives,

a statue of Julius Caesar spouting

a fountain of red wine, phone calls [more...]

Issue #2, 1999
Gregory Hischak--"Walking Dream"
I dreamed I was a bird. I dreamed I was a bird having a walking dream. The best kind of dream a bird can have—a walking dream. The solidity of ground felt beneath frail hollow legs, feathered applause to every head-bobbing footfall across terra firma—that is the best dream. When a bird awakes from a walking dream, it is just before dawn and he begins to sing. [more...]

Issue #1, 1998
Julianne E. Adams--"Remembering"
That new crab, that older crab, that bigger crab
has been gone for days.
Wind has pushed soft body with pincers out
into mud flats and tidal pull.
[more...]

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