<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>2026-08 on Red Ogre Review</title><link>/issues/2026-08/</link><description>Recent content in 2026-08 on Red Ogre Review</description><generator>Hugo 0.125.1</generator><language>en</language><copyright>Copyright 2021-Present Red Ogre Review</copyright><atom:link href="/issues/2026-08/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Editor's Note 8/26</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-introduction/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-introduction/</guid><description>To make Rasberry-Drops. MASH the Rasberries, put in a little Water, boil and strain them, then take half a Pound of fine Sugar, sifted thro’ an Hair Sieve; just wet the Sugar to make it as thick as a Paste; put to it twenty Drops of Spirits of Vitriol, set it over the Fire, making it scalding hot, but not to boil: Drop it on Paper it will soon be dry; if it will not come off easily, wet the Paper.</description></item><item><title>Jacob J. Billingsley</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-billingsley-jacob-j/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-billingsley-jacob-j/</guid><description>Silent Threshold Even emptiness must be signed for when it is addressed to you. How joyous to share with a friend this gift –</description></item><item><title>Roger Camp​​​</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-camp-roger/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-camp-roger/</guid><description>Wyvern at Rest (Ely, Nevada) Wyvern in Flight (Ely, Nevada) Artist&amp;rsquo;s Statement These two photographs were taken on a recent 1,600 mile road trip through four states in America.</description></item><item><title>David Devine​</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-devine-david/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-devine-david/</guid><description>Charlie Likes to Fly His Kite Lyrics Charlie Likes to Fly His Kite When the wind is blowing in, And the sky is big and bright, Charlie&amp;rsquo;s running out the door To go and fly his kite.</description></item><item><title>Martin Fisher</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-fisher-martin/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-fisher-martin/</guid><description>Jane Austen Is Not a Tart Trust me, I was in Basingstoke. &amp;ldquo;I am half agony, half hope.&amp;rdquo;
The forest had acoustics like a lightening house.</description></item><item><title>Reiner Heidorn</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-heidorn-reiner/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-heidorn-reiner/</guid><description>Deutschland Under Der Hitler-Diktatur 1933-1945 Europa Nach Dem 2.Weltkrieg 1945-1970 Artist&amp;rsquo;s Statement Reiner Heidorn collects old school maps and paints them over, including maps from the Nazi regime.</description></item><item><title>Jones Irwin – Critical Essay</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-irwin-jones-essay/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-irwin-jones-essay/</guid><description>American Rhizõma On Some Progressive and Experimental Trajectories in Poetry and Culture I remember seeing Arthur Lee at the Ambassador Theatre in Dublin city centre (an extraordinary Art Deco music venue, originally a cinema, since sadly closed) in June 2002.</description></item><item><title>Jones Irwin – Book Review</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-irwin-jones-review/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-irwin-jones-review/</guid><description>Cover Art for Homocaust by Brian L. Jacobs A Neo-Beat / Neo-Hedonist Call to Peace A Review of Homocaust by Brian L.</description></item><item><title>D. R. James​​​</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-james-d-r/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-james-d-r/</guid><description>Evolution The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul. – Ralph Waldo Emerson As the old century closed and I resigned myself to climb</description></item><item><title>Stefanie Lee</title><link>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-lee-stefanie/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/issues/2026-08/2026-08-lee-stefanie/</guid><description>Sovereignty There is an antique blueprint that stays with me: a wild horse standing in the blue timothy grass, uncaught, the perimeter fully cleared of teeth, and yet her ears remain pinned like two iron pocket knives clipping the wind.</description></item></channel></rss>