The Cafe Review

by Pippa Little Over blue woods soaked in night–juices They nose low from star fields and ice caps, move true To earth’s curve, surprised

by Pippa Little drops of light drown the carved letters of his name hero of war / in love, a deserter the cold weight of him seeps from her

by Annie Stenzel Stuck / Torn All change is for the worse. — Anon. Because the rut has earned its fame for comfort, being now furnished

by Annie Stenzel But if you’re waiting for me to Say things the way I used to say things, don’t bother. There is no demand for plangent images

by André T. Demers In the end, she said, he survived. Besides, she sighed, they say that love is a road and even crawling is heroic. She smiled,

by André T. Demers The floors slope from east and west towards the center beam of the house. Four pine wedges had been hammered between the

by S Stephanie Something about the clouds in the windows was upsetting, they were traveling on before I could grasp them and the poets were

by S Stephanie Lorca’s Calling after reading the documents on Lorca’s death finally released by Granada Police, 04/2015 I’m calling in

by Mark DeCarteret A Description of New England “ . . . the paradise of those parts.” John Smith It was

by Mark DeCarteret “ . . . and so we got rid of the day as well as we could.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne All that separates you from the past is this