Category: Fall 2011 Issue
Lust
by Joanna McClure I long to give this body — Not to science, not to the fire. I long to be given, whole For the fish in the sea to nibble away. I
Engraving for Lawrence
by Joanna McClure Like your engraving — I stand Behind, to one side of, The long open door. Outside, night light Makes a Palmer sky From black
A Memory
by Joanna McClure Flies buzz Dry dust Hot bright sun The taste of canned milk The smell of pines Mothers move around a wood stove.
Metaphor
by Joanna McClure The tsunami Seen from a hillside video camera Advances slowly, serenely Carrying trucks, houses, trees, trash. While in frame
Soneto Cubano
by Joe Richey Cuba, I tried to explain, is not just a place where six square walls reside. Eleven million people raised on revolution live there
Book 4 of The River: The Mainstream
by Lewis MacAdams I. At first she displayed all […]
from Stress
by Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge I fear one stray word is more powerful than my child’s vitality. But not speaking can send out huge, mutated thought
By Robert Branaman
I painted over one hundred thousand paintings I painted over one hundred thousand paintings Just this morning When I ate breakfast at two PM They
Woodshedding
by Hettie Jones . . . my wolf . . . at the foot of the bed / in the dark all night
Fingers Pull Triggers
by Hettie Jones Think about it: someone shoots your buddy dead — so you grab your gun and the blast you send strikes the heart of the matter —