




New on BP Review
New Poetry
Kyo Padgett
We, an odd momentary / ouroboros in Florida light...
New on BP Review
New Poetry
Jane Satterfield
Sometimes a raptor / rose and fell, sliding between centuries, to where // we had not yet coined the word anthropocene. / I walked. What’s mine of wilderness?
New on BP Review
New Poetry
Kelly Granito
It’s the Armageddon / of sound, for me…Triassic fireworks / spewing from the ground, buzzing like cables / ripped from a pole in a thunderstorm...
New on BP Review
New Short Story
Jonathan Helland
The mastiff didn't count days, but he knew his pack had been gone longer than ever before. There had been four of them. The man, the woman, the little boy, and the mastiff himself...
New on BP Review
New Poetry
Lynne Schmidt
On the day you die / my sister and I meet at the ocean...


