The Cafe Review

by Xue Di Bright Landscape translated by Waverly and Keith Waldrop In the extension of family he’s called Xue mature child remembered

by Xue Di Celia translated by Hil Anderson and Sue Ellen Thompson I see you, with your panther eyes and the body of a lamb among the cut

by Xue Di First Love translated by Wang Ping and Keith Waldrop Calling ceaselessly your name in order to feel how I was caught and plunged

by Xue Di Seven Years translated by Waverly and Keith Waldrop Walking on broken glass, living in a city whose dialect I don’t speak Feet

by Xue Di New Year translated by Hil Anderson and Keith Waldrop Snow covers former days Children hide in the snow while three squirrels

by Anne Elezabeth Pluto From across the window the wind rises dust, birds, debris cyclone forward away as shadow from me to you this separation

by Michael Boughn Among Dupont’s tattered wounds, commerce’s ragged edge, sudden curve of attention shaped to cocked hip draped in thought.

by Vanessa Vie Whilst autumnal night Interlocks our drowsing flesh Know we want more night.

by Vanessa Vie Because of my blood Take me from behind and pray From my fours I glimpse.

by Vanessa Vie Seasons seasons poet-seasons Sea daughters sea sons People roaming the streets in a cold February wind I miss the Revolution bare

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