One of the most difficult tasks I face as editor of Ancient Paths Online is sifting through the many excellent poems published throughout...

As Mrs. Burns is slouching in her urn I suppose you'd say she'd like to be at peace although Joanna hasn't managed to reserve a plot....

Windblown, rain-born, mothers with children, their aged parents, arm-hung, basket-carried, free pedaling, four-legged, or three-legged,...

I. Single The futon’s fabric was bare; the stuffing was shot through with collapse from our sitting lap-stacked in the center. One...

After dinner, the adults chat. I don’t know what they discuss. Their children make demands of me— Bring seven shells down from the...

Thick rainbow chard and yellow corn; We run past the market tents To where the light hangs over the river In eternal September....

every night we become master burpers, sooth sayers, rockers; our prayers go straight up every night we lose our breath, our pace ...

Every year, hundreds of presses nominate poems, short stories, and novel excerpts for the Pushcart Prize. Pushcart Press has been judging...

Paul David Adkins writes poetry, he says, “partly to record my experiences, and partly to see how finely I can tune language to say...

First published in Issue 9 (Fall 2002) of Ancient Paths literary magazine, "Fairtyales and Dustballs" was a 2002 Pushcart Prize nominee....

The following short story comes from the Ancient Paths archives, Issue 15. It was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2009. A History...