Posts by Mark Blickley

September 29, 2023 | Trip Reports

Sand Drifts

Mark Blickley

you might smell donkey and driver if the dung laced breeze blows up your nose as my body quivers with new found knowledge of time

July 5, 2022 | Poetry

Make Bank

Emily Bark Brown

 

1. Teller

 

as a teller i tell people things

 

like no

but mostly yes

and

can you wait a minute i need to ask my manager

and i smile and give dogs treats

 

i didn’t

June 8, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

KB

"Elon Musk Is Moving to Austin" and "Good Joy"

March 18, 2021 | Fiction

Gradients

Jack Barker-Clark

We preened our signatures in the cheerful attic, Owen’s royal insignia and my fallen few ants.

December 4, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jack Buck

                       words to describe love

saw a pretty plant through a store window
                                                                    picked out a different one instead
that

August 21, 2020 | Poetry

Heavy Duty

K.B. Thors

An immigrant from the Russian Empire invented jeans...

February 13, 2020 | Fiction

Winter’s Children

Mark Benedict

Brian was psyched too. Not about her requests—Tom Waits was more his groove—but about where things seemed to be headed.

November 26, 2015 | Poetry

Boiled Tomato

Kaveh Akbar

 

In  a dream you were chewing your fingers down to the knuckle. My fingers, missing nothing, seem a kind of bloom, fluid as they slide through my mouth and the mouths of others. Sometimes I

June 24, 2013 | Fiction

Invisible Mosquitoes

Mark Baumer

Four teenagers named “Phil” were tired of their dads not being rich.

“It is very frustrating to have a poor dad,” said Phil. His dad was so poor that their house had turned into a

April 10, 2013 | Fiction

John Daly

Mark Baumer

Jose Canseco was listening to a county music song on his portable cassette player. It was ninety-seven degrees on the public golf course. He took out a cigarette. The country music song inside his

January 7, 2013 |

BISON cover letter PRIZE runner-up

Nick Bertelson

This month sees publication of our newest print issue, Hobart #14. As such, and as we have done to accompany our last few print issues, we are devoting the entire month to various "bonus materials"

April 1, 2012 | Fiction

Craig Griffey

Mark Baumer

Craig Griffey ate snowflakes because he thought it would make him better at baseball.

When Craig Griffey was six he almost retired from baseball to pursue a career in motorcycles, but his