Apex Magazine

Sympathy for the Devil: A Duet in Two Solos

When the Devil’s in Nashvillehe stops by Third and Union, late,after the bars close, where someone always offers half a beerat the feet of Chet Atkins. The Deviltends to leave...

Sympathy for the Devil: A Duet in Two Solos

When the Devil’s in Nashvillehe stops by Third and Union, late,after the bars close, where someone always offers half a beerat the feet of Chet Atkins. The Deviltends to leave...

Down Cycles

In the enrichment center it is like war inasmuch as “war” retrieves an observationabout long periods of inactivity punctuatedby fundamental change. Every time they come there is more:graffiti/blood/data/despairI made every...

Down Cycles

In the enrichment center it is like war inasmuch as “war” retrieves an observationabout long periods of inactivity punctuatedby fundamental change. Every time they come there is more:graffiti/blood/data/despairI made every...

The Walking Man Goes Looking for the Sons of John: Six Cantos

For Betsy Phillips, who knows how the roads lie. I. The Devil is a good old boy at heartwho wishes sometimes he knew how to live rightbut just can’t stay...

The Walking Man Goes Looking for the Sons of John: Six Cantos

For Betsy Phillips, who knows how the roads lie. I. The Devil is a good old boy at heartwho wishes sometimes he knew how to live rightbut just can’t stay...

Anything So Utterly Destroyed

What would have been my right hand—delicate fingers discolored a bit,a ghost of a ring, a seam at the wrist— belonged to Miss Clark, believed drownedin Cumberland lakes, her father...

Anything So Utterly Destroyed

What would have been my right hand—delicate fingers discolored a bit,a ghost of a ring, a seam at the wrist— belonged to Miss Clark, believed drownedin Cumberland lakes, her father...

Anything So Utterly Destroyed

What would have been my right hand—delicate fingers discolored a bit,a ghost of a ring, a seam at the wrist— belonged to Miss Clark, believed drownedin Cumberland lakes, her father...

Anything So Utterly Destroyed

What would have been my right hand—delicate fingers discolored a bit,a ghost of a ring, a seam at the wrist— belonged to Miss Clark, believed drownedin Cumberland lakes, her father...