Three Seasons of Fighting
by Hugh Coyle i Last night, between skirmishes, we crept away from our lakeside camp and carved lines of love on the ice with knives and the tips
Shahid
by Tony Hoagland How could you, Shahid, have been so cruel, as to show us what self–love looked like? Was it a kind of punishment? It was
from “The Tinajera Notebook”
Forrest Gander * * * So the present hoses itself out. And with it — Sitting in the lobby of the clinic, its walls painted like
Collected Works
by Peter Marcus The world scoured by mop, broom and rain. Landscapes fallow as the moon, as my mother fretful without her wig between the
Farewell Beloved
by Michelle Demers They ask me to tell them what Shahid means: Listen, listen: It means “The Beloved” in Persian, “witness” in Arabic.
Dear Shahid
by Michelle Demers In Vermont, where the year has four, distinct seasons, you brought your exotic flavors to the mountain, and taught us all how