Pieces by Joseph Quinn

Sally Scopa

The Knot by

for Francois Mauriac these are coils, not minds, but you’ll keep them quiet and lifelike in a pinewood country cupboard— the Sarlat quarry, the Garonne’s curvature—these supply your territory,argument, indelicate prose eye pinions bandaged like clasped hands over a shuddering… Continue Reading

Issue 1 Poetry