Gulf Clean-up Subscription Drive: Use "GLF" to Subscribe and Donate In light of the ongoing crisis in the Gulf of Mexico, and as the effects of the crisis are increasingly seen and felt on shore, we have decided that, beginning now, Gulf Coast will donate all subscription proceeds (above production costs) to the Gulf Restoration Network. Use the donation code "GLF" when subscribing online to ensure that your subscription money is marked as a donation to the Gulf. As an extra incentive to help the beautiful Gulf Coast Region, when you enter the donation code "GLF" at checkout, you will receive a free back issue of the journal. Simply select the back issue you would like to receive, and its cost will be deducted from your order.  [more] from "Good Warm Sad Blood Spilling Out in the Forest" Heather Christle, Matthew Rohrer, Zachary Schomburg, and Matthew Zapruder talk about surrealism MZ: Basing the “hardness” or “softness” of surrealism on whether or not it challenges “poet-reader relations” and the “power relations of writing,” is not only ahistorical but beside the point. It’s like saying, “I like grandma’s meatloaf better than your meatloaf because your meatloaf is too coercive.”   [more] from "Pleiades" Anjali Sachdeva My parents were geneticists. They had a firm belief in the power of science to fix everything, to create everything. This belief was their religion, and they liked to proselytize as much as any born-again Christians. When they decided to have children they saw the opportunity to share their faith in science with the world. They wanted to make miracle babies so unbelievable that people would stop and stare, their own organic equivalent of a billboard for Jesus.  [more] from "Serendipity" Harmony Neal The brown blanket scratched into my shoulders and neck and kept slipping off as I negotiated drags of my cigarette in the parking lot of a mom-and-pop convenience store somewhere on an empty stretch of I-24, just past Paducah. It was dusk and there was no neon in the dirt-caked windows. I didn’t want to stay too close to Bambi’s silver station wagon, but there wasn’t much room to pace between the small gravel lot and menacing pine forest. The three inches of snow on the ground was just enough to soak through my leather skate shoes.   [more] from "Schubert on the Water, Mozart in the Din of Birds" Cal Bedient The problem is the core, or lack of same, a ghost must live here, it’s so cold. Well, not “live.” And so, approaching the indefinite brink of you, I can be anything, eyes that can’t focus absent instructions come apart and the figures barely reach you with their love  [more]