The Cafe Review

by J.B. Sisson In 1666 there lived a duke whose angels told him, “All the world is crude. Ignore the fools who call you Monsieur Prude. Proud

by Janice Miller Potter of a century happened just like that at your dad’s estate sale a snapshot of you at six months fell from a box that

by Laura Delia Quintero Garcia Crisantemo de vértigo espino de placer galanadura deja que ahuyente tus inercias

by Laura Delia Quintero Garcia Apenas ayer nostalgia de hojas ahogado por el polvo atado bajo el sol ardiendo sueños olfateando nubes Ahora

by Laura Delia Quintero Garcia No fue un dolor previsto tampoco intuición premonitoria maduraba el amor como madura el aire con la fruta como el

by Laura Delia Quintero Garcia I love the night–lit passages that the roots take the labyrinth of dreams skeleton of time where I search

by Taylor Mali I don’t want to tell you what you already know so I won’t tell you you’re going to die. Even so there was a time when such a

by Taylor Mali Because men murder their wives every day; because when a woman dies and it looks like a tragic accident, a botched burglary or

by Taylor Mali If you were the type of person who could, without the slightest hesitation, open your mouth and utter forth one beautiful sentence

by Thomas R. Moore Granite posts square a God’s acre, a tiny plot of blueberries and asters beside a crushed– stone drive to three new

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