The Cafe Review

by Mark Terrill Between these meridians where pastoral alchemy is loosened on tough afternoons these attributes of tension and release

by Mark Terrill In the postbellum antechamber of an old boatyard in Dithmarschen I brush the dust off a book and read how the ancient Chinese

by Sara Toruño-Conley Another trip along the penny’s edge dropped into the pool: swallowed water, we, bags of water. Try this. When they take you

by J. B. Sisson The day my wife’s due back from a long trip, I’ve stumbled on the soft corpse of a thrush beside the morning paper at the door.

by Jefferson Navicky My uncle is a barber. He cuts hair with a pair of chopsticks. People don’t know the difference. It’s like he’s tossing a

by Jefferson Navicky Inspired by Harper’s Magazine, March 2013 On the night of 23 March, I was summoned to 9 Berkeley Place, the home of Mr.

by Jefferson Navicky I’m eating leftover people. They taste worse than I thought because they sold the company just before I ate them. I used to

by Michael Estabrook So Dad didn’t die when he was only 36 Dr. Zullo gave him an experimental drug that rolled the stomach cancer back out to sea

by Patrick Doyle the three of us trampled down pfeiffer park, big sur and commented about the arid dust on the trees & shrubbery. an antique

by Patrick Doyle the reason for the trials and tribulations of Jesus Christ are not because of anything that has been told. the truth is Jesus

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