The #4 issue is due out on Saturday, May 23, and I will begin mailing to contributors and subscribers right away. The contributor list for #4 is the longest of any issue yet: The Ten: George Szirtes, Grace Cavalieri, Ron Padgett, Caleb Barber, Jefferson Carter, […]

Someone recently asked me how I choose the poems that I use in 10×3. I really wish possible contributors would read the actual magazine, but if you are not willing to order a copy of the journal, then you could always examine this blog or […]

These are the bodies that must be cared for.This hush of flesh, these swollen lipsthat cannot offer praise or promise.These glorious eyes look through meand what I see are children, a fanfare ofchildren performing pratfalls on a stage. Sue Ann SIMARFirst published in Endless Mountains Review […]

What slips through my fingers is swifter than windwith lively breath and a scent of deatha wisp of lightthe first spoken words of a child Sue Ann SIMARFirst published in Endless Mountains Review Sue Ann Simarwww.10x3plus.com

We were walking through the beesunder the trees that do not sing.Smoke everywhere. And in the cottageat the center of the forest, the raindripping from the roof. The childrenwould sleep or stare out. It was as ifI were a boy again, going downin a white […]

Consider the theology of the stones,how patiently they wait in some lost arroyofor a further incarnation. They like to stay up latein the cool night air. They ignore the obvious thatif they started rolling togetherthey could destroy us. Michael WURSTERFirst published in Pig Iron.Collected in THE SNAKE […]

The stones sitin an all night diner, tough guys,caps,cigars. Their coffeegrows coldbefore them, they are obliviousto the pinball. When you go inin the morningbefore work, they are not there. Michael WURSTERFirst published in Pig Iron.Collected in THE SNAKE CHARMER’S DAUGHTER, Elemenope Productions, 2000. Sue Ann Simarwww.10x3plus.com

avoiding history is a family tradition,draft dodging, missing wars, as farback as my fathers go, I findno soldiers, no warriors and alsono lovers. we don’t writein my family, we withdrawour stories on objection, stoptelling them. we keep secrets. I keep my own secrets and rarelytell […]

“Surely all art is the result of having been in danger, of having gonethrough an experience all the way to the end, to where no one cango any further” — Rilke the reason we’re together tonightis that we’re both aware of the fragile,tissue-thin cords which […]

It wells up, strewn pieces of moon.Outward, the parts split benignly, sky, wind, flesh, debris, the skin of rocksfloating, in unison, with the asteroid belt. Look up to see the image. Striking, in its sharpness,known vistas tremble – there is a lone glowreaching a thousand […]