The Cafe Review

by Didi Jackson Your husband was a city in a country of sorrow. You wanted a door, you climbed a wall instead. As some trees stay green all year,

by Major Jackson After avocado–colored inclines, after dawdling ascents over fern & foliage, after long trillium gazes and careful

by Major Jackson Five gold wash crystal pearls on a wrist. Her seraph–skin glistening when a spigot is turned off in the apartment next

by G. H. Smith What was it, muse, you so desperately wanted me to say? You tried everything to no avail. Even now steeped in well–earned

by G. H. Smith The time has come to put away childish things. You laugh, but when were we ever punctual? Look, the ferry is engaged in foreplay

by Kevin Sweeney I blame myself. My overwrought wise–guy persona can’t resist a good joke, so when a new family buys the big house on

by Kevin Sweeney Pedagogical Metaphysical Poetical Blues on Wednesday After the Latest Snowstorm The girl who says she has written two books is

by Kevin Sweeney I need a new belt. The old one is fraying at the edges though it doesn’t matter since I’m too fat and usually don’t tuck in my

by Mimi White when I saw the boat tipped on its side a ghost entered our story it did not matter that the tide would right it Tanka

by Rachel F. Seidman We know nothing about currents of wind or water. We have only hope and intuition. And a slightly risky faith that our

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