I nearly trip and fall into his house as soon as the door opens. The paving is uneven and I don’t factor this in as I ring the doorbell upon arrival. He is rather surprised by this strange woman looking at him and seemingly wanting to come into his house without even so much as [...]

An audio excerpt from L.L. Barkat's The Novelist: a novella featuring the delightful voice of Claire Burge.

Welcome into No 12 Lombard Street West where Paul and Alma live behind their slate grey Dublin door. Listen in as they spin stories with Claire Burge, rich in texture and history.

Should the Founding Fathers be booked for selling their used ones? Are public school students reading too much fiction? Are there too many poets writing too many poems? Which direction should I mow my lawn? Lyla Willingham Lindquist has the answers to burning questions--or at least the burning questions--in This Week's Top Ten Poetic Picks.

60 Lombard Street West is the first story in a series which will document the lives of the people behind the colourful doors of a Dublin suburb.

I moved to Dublin instead and discovered not only blue doors, but purple doors, red doors, yellow doors, grey doors, orange doors, pink doors, green doors … you name it and I will hazard a guess that I could find you a door painted in that exact colour. --Claire Burge shares about her adventures behind closed,colourful doors

The best in poetry (and poetic things), this week with Lyla Lindquist. 1 Art As an insurance adjuster, I find the term “perfect storm” an unfortunate combination of words, unless we simply mean the sort of storm which generates a lot of business for me but in which no one is hurt and only easily [...]

i was blissfully unaware of the fact that people lived with music inside of them. it took falling in love to learn this life truth. he was angled and beautiful: tan skin, rippled with muscle curvature and dark curls that framed his strong jawline. the music inside of him spontaneously made its way out of [...]

come a little closer, i want to seduce you. dip your bare hands into the paint barrels i have placed at your feet, at your sides, up ahead. lift your fingers to the earth blue sky and watch the oily liquid squirm, gravity its game. pull on that overall, flick the hairs of your brand [...]

Barbies at Communion: and other poems by Marcus Goodyear has just gone into its second edition – and it has a new cover. Published last year by T. S. Poetry Press, Barbies has received a number of great reviews and was selected as a runner-up for best poetry book of the year by the Englewood [...]