The Cafe Review

by Ariana Nash I have made a sister of a stone statue, who willows her head into her lap, bending over ferns. She wakes me up in the morning to

by Ralph Angel Were you guilty of something your story would wear a black suit and come to an end. I leave you alone. I mop up the afterlife and

by Jack Myers I’d like to leave a lighter imprint on the world than I’d formerly meant. Just a scent, not the thud of the thing steaming on a

by Jack Myers What’ll I do with my body when I’m dead? The best times I ever had were spent sailing in place so I vote for being buried. But I’ve

by Jack Myers In a program called Survivor Man, the host, after drifting five days at sea, washes up in paradise: there’s your coral reef, the

by Jack Myers 6 a.m. March. Snow flurries. I’m stepping into the Atlantic, gulping fast, get –ready breaths so I can swim furiously, numb

by Jack Myers During my life on earth, I loved being showered by the sun’s colored protons while seagulls screamed and days dredged back and

his poems, essays, and reviews have appeared in Night Train, The Apalachee Review, Poet Lore, Bad Subjects, and The Explicator, among others, and

is a native Mainer with three books of poetry to her credit, the most recent, Drowning: A Poetic Memoir, was published by Moon Pie Press in 2008.

holds an M.F.A in poetry from Vermont College and has been published in Leaves by Night, Flowers by Day; Collecting Moon Coins II; Diner; The

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