The Cafe Review

by Shana Genre Sky dark — stars penetrating the black. You meet me out back, your hand soft and damp with sweat; my belly sparks at the tender

by Ron Androla Drinking On Our Couch The Television Plays You are a pain in my brain. Wine from eastern Australia Is possible Merlot piss From

by Ron Androla Music is always about life. Painting, Novels, the best films armed with Magic, fur spoons, sculptures of The wind. Is that the

by Jefferson Navicky I’ve cussed myself into a concussion, and I can no longer speak, only write the dumbest words, like ‘frog” and “cup” and

by Jefferson Navicky He worked as a young man in the medallions collection of the National Library, and published scholarly articles on

by Michael Estabrook Things are about the same here, same as always, snowy out another boring lunch. Did you know that King Arthur (of the Round

by Michael Estabrook On the beach he surreptitiously snaps sultry photos of a long-haired Latina stretched out on a blanket sipping a cool

by Gerald Locklin Kim Jung Un III, Ruler of North Korea, Might have shown a little leniency To the cyber-circuits of SONY If he hadn’t found The

by Gerald Locklin Toad had always assumed He would one day make A return trip to Cuba, Where he’d enjoyed A Hemingway Symposium In the summer of

by Donna J. Long His proposal was unexpected. I leapt delighted — yes — into his arms, eager for pleasure legal & tender. Shopping for a

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