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New on BP Review
New Prose
Tyler Gillespie
I look for the creature in a Florida spring, but I don’t see any signs of him. There’s no gilled body in the hydrilla. No webbed hands in the sand. Instead, I see other creatures. A turtle glides toward the dock. A fish jumps like a skipping stone. Two manatees float far outside the swim zone. Everyone knows Florida for its beaches, but those of us who have lived here long enough know its springs hold magic, too. My poet/artist
New on BP Review
New Prose
Sheree L. Greer
Location: Clearview Oaks Community, Kenneth City, Florida Date(s): A collection of months across Spacetime Overview of Activity: Staying with my mother while she recuperates from hernia surgery and going for runs on the weekends. Most runs take place in the late morning and early afternoon, the neighborhood sights and opportunities for rumination and reflection and wonder are at an all-time high for the spring season. Initial Ideas/Assertions About Running: During my first creative residency (I spent three weeks at Ragdale
New on BP Review
New Poetry
Sharon Sloane Mariem
“By its regression to magic under late capitalism, thought is assimilated to late capitalist forms.” –– Theodor Adorno, 1947 mall witch blonde with a finger green from an oxidized pentagramring – talking about the boxesshe’s let the stars put her intotalking salad and lunching1 the patina of cool just that — weakas the green fingers at a Party Cityin October, nothing verdantonly plasticsheathes(a commodity layeron top of skin deep) — transgressionfor transgression’s sakebores — trepanationwithout trepidation(no lives lived betweenpaychecks) —
New on BP Review
New Art
Leah Sandler
From Notes from the Archivist I’m laying on the beach with nothing between my body and the grainy mud and sargassum on the shore. I’m prickling from a sunburn all over, but the ground is cool. I flip over to lay on my back, with wet, brown leaves glued to my stomach like stinking bandages. A preservation program. It smells like rotten eggs and I mostly have the beach to myself. Tourists stopped coming to Daytona Beach a while ago
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New Mixed Media
Gloria Muñoz
Risograph prints are available at Print St. Pete.
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In the wake of a miscarriage, a speaker looks outside of herself for a sign. In looking through her past, the figure of Little God arrives to shape-shift grief into self-knowledge . . . read more.

CPCH invites you to consider your own body and subjectivity in relation to the writing of history. As a field guide, this publication has a goal of helping you identify your own body as a valuable archive of information. . . read more.

part elegist, but every bit a luminous poet."
–Richard Blanco
In Ariel Francisco’s Miami, invasive lionfish are sympathetic creatures, the beach succumbs to sea-level rise, and “305 till I die” is a cry for help. . . read more.

Funny, intelligent, and unflinchingly honest, Sawchyn explores how we can come to know ourselves when our bodies betray us. . . read more.

–Billy Collins
In a voice both lyrical and conversational, Orlando Poet Laureate Susan Lilley interprets various stages of womanhood while parsing the beauty and decay of her beloved homestate of Florida. . . read more.

–George Singleton
Somewhere in Florida, where the sprawling suburbs meet a dying citrus grove, a janitor at a small community radio station, an FCC field agent, and a DJ attempt to restore order and humanity. . . read more.
