“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.” T.S. Eliot “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock...
Amaris Feland Ketcham occupies her time with open space, white space, CMYK, flash nonfiction, long trails, f-stops, line breaks, and several Adobe programs running simultaneously. She is the author of two poetry books, Glitches in the FBI and A Poetic Inventory of the...
The first two immediacies that must be considered when sending a book out to stake its place in the world are, of course, the cover and the title. When I first saw the cover of Incendiary Devices with its naked, burning feminine figure stamped firmly in the center of...
Art is Subjective If you wish to trace the path to the river, follow the trail strewn with pieces of broken clay pots. –Igbo proverb. I’ve thought a lot about what to say in my introductory blog post for a while now. How do I define my expectations? What kind of work...
When I was first asked to write a blog post introducing myself and my expectations as Blue Mesa Review’s new fiction editor, I admit I floundered a bit. Obviously, like any fiction editor at any publication, I’m looking for good fiction. But what is “good” fiction?...
It is impossible to qualify what I want from poetry in the same way that you can’t know a new color until you see it. There are countless languages, perspectives, experiences, and textures that can be transferred through pen and paper. The poetry that speaks to me...
