About All Ways Open is a publication aiming to tell small stories about place: stories about pigeons and mountain ranges, stories both real and imagined. It's an experiment in opening writing outwards, directing readers towards visual histories and archives. We aim to think in triplicate: to consider past / present / future, visual / written / read, self / friend /community. We consider arrangments loosely, allowing threads to tangle segments together.

All Ways Open is open for submissions.

Shelter on Appalachian Trail

Gabriel Antonio Reed

Love Song of the Coywolf 

and I’ll be waxwing . . . — William Woolfitt 

Your name like the wild strawberry seed behind my first fang
& its green bone shedding 
hides in the roots. I have at night sometimes asked 
to say it
the one breath in this cold that might cover me until the rhododendron return 
to hold the stars up. After the morning shawl hems
the shadow of its clouded net
after stones frost in the riverlet I begin to make a place
for you 
between the candles of the wind shed branches,
your hide the first restless visit of light.