Category: Published Issues
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my good ex-friend godzilla
by Diane Wald i wasn’t aware that kind of ruination could happen his twin had died when they were born but it took him a year to tell me then
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Beauty’s Voice
by Diane Wakoski When the night taps on glass and, in the dark, I brush past down comforters, puffy as birds fluffed and huddled
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mouth surfing (preverbs)
by George Quasha 1 on the pale trail of the pores on fire Speaking with chilies in your mouth produces
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things done for themselves (preverbs) for Susan
by George Quasha 1 last first words We walk together like a field of
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Old Books
by Dan Gerber My life’s companions, showing their age — spines peeled back, bindings frayed — stacks of brittle leaves, kept with tape and rubber
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Correspondences
by Dan Gerber Natania Darvath’s Songs of the Auvergne in my minds ear while the daylight ghost of a waning quarter–moon drifts just above
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Nirvana
by Dan Gerber A hundred quail on the grass outside my window, and the dogs are a little upset, and at least one hundred doves — band–tailed
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Vows
by Jim Harrison I feel my failure intensely as if it were a vital organ the gods grew from the side of my head. You can’t cover it with a hat and
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A Variation on Machado
by Jim Harrison I worry much about the suffering of Machado. I was only one when he carried his mother across the border from Spain to France in
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Streetcar, San Francisco
by Daisy Zamora Streetcar, San Francisco translated from Spanish by George Evans A black guy shakes an empty potato chip can begging