Category: Fall 2010 Issue

Take To Water
by Renée Hearrin Wilted in the heat, the limp ray petals of a Shasta daisy hang in defeat. Underneath the brittle back yard, its roots search as

The Window
by Matthew M. Cariello Then I knew one word, birthright’s rudiment uttered in hunger’s warm room. The sense of me without sense. I would have

Foundation
by Matthew M. Cariello Clutter in the vestibule where steps buckled and mortar cracked. I watched my father crawl into the dark beneath the stoop

Ashes
by Matt W. Miller Tell me the pocketknife that was left over from a dream. Tell me about black bread, pork and beans, stains of cigarettes on

Pi
by Ethan Stebbins If I could place a value on the entire coast of Maine or account in full for the people I love or even approximate my emotional

Yesterday’s War
by Helene Swarts Heat languishes, tired of teasing strength from stone. Huge birds tear at the heart of memory; every headline a crucible, every

In The Dark
by Helene Swarts My dreams are burning like cartoons on fire the characters run through the frames abandoning form calling out to me to leap

Dreaming of North Korea
by David McCann Hours, it seemed, motorcycle riding through Korea’s countryside, first time I ever spoke Korean in a dream. “Going South. Know

High Note
by David McCann “So C me,” he’d call to Judge Moon As he tried once again to tune His Greene Stradivarius, A truly hilarious Knock-off by Bobby

Climbs My Limbs
by Michael Danahy I am a tree Of blood Rooted in skin. My brain Branches blood and nerve. Touch me: touch skin to skin. We will comb The birds