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What Happened Was Impossible

in the sense that these things can’t happen, like you opened a chest and greek goddesses flew out and what they did How many? at least six. The greek goddesses, what they did is, they were hungry having been in a trunk A wood trunk? wooden, yes, it was cedar and the first thing they […]

Editor-noteS Issue #39

39 interior.indd 1 2/16/22 6:00 PM ••• iii February 11, 2022 Dear readers, Fence is made for you. If this is the first literary magazine you are holding in your hands, and especially if you do not identify as a writer, we know you are there, looking for something other than whatever is currently being […]

A Call for Writing by Professional Nurses

An enormous thank you to Sarah Hope Kagan, PhD, RN, FAAN, FGSA, AOCN, GCNS-BC.University of Pennsylvania Professor of Gerontological Nursing. Lucy Walker Term Professor, Abramson Cancer Center at Pennsylvania Hospital. With Sarah generously volunteering to reach out to her vast network of fellow nurses, Fence was able to circulate the below letter soliciting writing from […]

Splitting Fire

Traffic is a bully on 94w, and it’s a relief to exit at the Johnson’s Creek Outlets. Jefferson is still ten plus miles away, and just like Whitewater, where I grew up, but also just like the moon. Flat asphalt right into the sun. The road curves at the foot of the granary. To submit […]

Philipsburg, Pennsylvania, America

  His grandmother died. It was summer—late summer—and he lived in Rhode Island, where he’d been to the beach only twice since July. It wasn’t a big deal; grandmothers passed. This was what they did. It wasn’t a parent but someone over one hundred years old, her mind soft now, her speech ever-pregnant with questions. She […]

A Rusted Birdcage in an Otherwise Empty Field: Videopoem and Process Notes

https://fenceportal.org/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/A-Rusted-Birdcage-in-An-Otherwise-Empty-Field.mp4 Process Notes    “In your loneliness, you hear the word from far away and then, in gratitude, look at it so closely that you cannot but drown in it.” ― Edmond Jabès I have written elsewhere about the videopoetry form: its potential to reconnect poetry back to the body & the breath, and the ways […]