We’ve come to that time again wherein all five directions share a long meal and the universe’s newspaper prints a single page for Spring. The only reporting in May is an argument against solitude. Beneath the headline, a photo reminds us that the jackrabbit’s teeth are growing longer, and we need to hurry to catch him in his bucking while the tulips still welcome small trampling! What better place to chase than through the pages of Issue 17 in which the first ever The Nag To

Anniversaries are cause for celebration—not quiet, not sighed. Book of Matches welcomes Issue 16 as the mark of 5 years keeping promises to honor, welcome, and praise the bravery of words made manifest in its pages. There is marble and iron freezing under our fingers in the January hours ahead, but by this fire, these pages, warms gifts unravel their ribbons and beckon you to stay a long, long while. Unlace your boots and wriggle tendons closer to these embers. There are w

It's September and already we walk beneath trees neither fully green nor gold. We're caught between thumb and forefinger of things...

There is so much satisfaction in longing. We wait through coolness for the violence of a daffodil’s yellow and wait through rain for the...