It’s the night of the pink supermoon for those with clear skies on this 7th day of April, National Poetry Month in the US. Enjoy Amanda Tumminaro’s poem “The Eye of the Needle.”
It’s 4/4, so we feature the 4th poet in volume 4 of our rad little mag, Daine Solis, and her poem “The Nurses Saved Me.”
April 3, National Poetry Month is still young, and we revisit a page from our “lost” (and subsequently found) issue.
We continue our National Poetry Month flashbacks, and today we salute Rosmarie Waldrop. Viva!
It’s the International Day of Women, the first this decade. Volume 13 is our first issue this decade as well.
For the cover, we chose a detail of Christina Jane Tise’s photograph titled “parasit.” The cow, the pine trees, the house are all a bit off-kilter, and that’s how we usually feel.
Come on in and explore the strange sugar feasts and dance parties our contributors have thrown!
by Kameryn Carter
As the editors so vividly described it, this Fall’s issue is “a self driving vehicle.” Packingtown Review has always featured makers who bring with them the images, sounds and experiences of their wide-ranging backgrounds. Volume 12 continues this tradition: each piece grounding the reader in its own strong sense of place and time. History becomes refigured, streets of Brooklyn, Queens, and Colorado mountains materialize in front of us. In this issue, we fall in and out of love, in and out of seasons. This afternoon, Chicago streets are buried under fallen leaves and it finally feels like the season has changed for good. So come join us in traveling to all the worlds Volume 12 contains. Happy happy Fall.