The Cafe Review

by Klaus Gerken Canto II Riverrun Locksmith Flow of lava that destroys but replenishes the earth Life was not possible without the lava Building

by Justen Ahren “what times are these / when to write a poem about love / is almost a crime because it contains / so many

by Justen Ahren i. When I need to see god, I watch my children sleep. The trees in the distance sway in the wind and snow. When I am in need, I

by William Carpenter It’s one of those nights after the surrender of Iraq, not much on TV any more, your family’s in another state for Easter,

by Jayne Benjulian Would Mother be young, standing in the middle of Knight Street talking to Frances Druck? The hem of her yellow apron ripples.

by Jayne Benjulian 1 I left him once when he disappeared for a day I left him once no one heard a word — he surfaced later — what did

by David Filer Stayed up late last night, Thoughts in disarray. Woke early this morning, thought of you all day. I think something’s coming

by David Filer it only fell when it became too heavy for the clouds to bear * and then it had no choice

by Jessica Purdy An image recurs: a yellow leaf everyone thought would land is condemned mid–fall to the purgatory of a spider’s web.

by Kendall Merriam Blues Moon for Raised by Wolves Fog, fog can’t see anything its blocking life a long time back I was certain about

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