Meeting Robert Lowell
by B.Z. Niditch Into your creaking office with ivy toned wisdom carrying Catullus but fearing thirst and hell you were defenseless in a wizened
Cesar Vallejo’s Night, 1892 – 1938
by B.Z. Niditch Night travels the field among a hundred days, your bed enters darkness on a bridge of departure from a poor man working dreams
The Allotments
by Patrick Dillon I see they’ve put a new McSorley in the ground along with all the McBrides and Hanrahans the Smiths and Smythes, as though in
Rosy
by Patrick Dillon Once upon a time when yellow hens laid purple eggs, not long before she touched the car and went off into the photograph. high
Song of the Slave Poets
by Patrick Dillon We go blind at the deskpit Fussing out our commas Feeling for something like a teapot That will contain everything. Life is
Chandelier
by Joanne Lowery For lack of a better name, let us call this darkness “Klimt.” True, squares of white and gold tile his paintings, naked fish