The Cafe Review

by Nancy A. Henry Piety, New moon, stingy-petaled single rose, full blown, you’ve gone straight from maid to crone. Let us moisten the moss for

by Nancy A. Henry Given my inheritance of glass clowns, I cannot flee this place with impunity. Why should you shiver? Why withdraw your

by Gerard Grealish Though you have just run half of what will be before you three weeks from now and you are still, on this long distance

by Gerard Grealish “No se puede vivir sin amar, were the words on the house.” — Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano Out of the almost

by G. H. Smith If you go looking for the devil, you will find him. Even on a sunny day by all accounts ablaze with piety. Even in the sanctuary

by G. H. Smith Four in the morning, refuge of moths, moonlight’s underbelly of mist. The woods are a misery of mud and stones, discarded books,

by G. H. Smith A darkness lies within us, which is the driving force of the world. It is darker than the hour before dawn, yet without it, there

by Kathleen Balma Under what conditions should one admit wrongdoing? Is confessing in a dream as good as in a booth? Who goes

by Kathleen Balma If you will not tip me for my dance, tip me for daring to ask. Or if, having stared at me directly for the duration of a song

by Kevin Sweeney He thinks it’s only a phase, my niece said about me and her life as a lesbian because I go to Mass every Sunday. I hope when I

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