My Sentence Was a Thousand Years of JoyReaders have found Robert Blys ghazals startling and new; they merge wildness with a beautiful formality. The ghazal form is well known in Islamic culture, but only now finding its way into the literary culture of the West. Each stanza of three lines amounts to a finished poem. God crouches at night over a single pistachio. The vastness of the Wind River Range in Wyoming Has no more grandeur than the waist of a child. The ghazals compacted energy is

The final toll: 3 ships sunk

half coming-of-age story and half exhaustively researched true crime

They have six days to complete the daring assignment before the statesmen will return home

but feels like she’s disappearing

but she’s too late

everyone plotted to have a son

Manage your finances wisely

English Character Study: From con men to prostitutes

Gregg Jarrett uncovers the bureaucratic malfeasance and malicious politicization of our country’s justice system

Mare struggles to be the ambassador her kingdom needs

But an evil for which even they are unprepared is about to strike

David returns to his stoves and tables