Category: Spring 2010

What Loneliness Can Do
by Bill Edmondson It can find you in a men’s room Uphill from the phallic shrine on Molokai Enter you enter a life or what it’s come to A

Nigh
by Megan Grumbling Chance glistened in the blue spruce bower so near my doze: fresh champagne, suddenly, and one glass flute in wait. Fizzing

Ultrasound
by Megan Grumbling Have I heard of the allegory of the cave? he wonders, blue to me in pooled monitor lume, a dim room of insides, guess –

While I Stride
by Megan Grumbling O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! . . . O to disengage myself from these

Keeping the Pearls
by Renée Olander Those two creamy strands, their vague yellow tint increasing the value of the oyster’s irritation, cost an outrageous thousand

Memory
by Renée Olander Whose bones ache in long – healed broken places? Whose bones remember, come damp or cold weather, The hardball hit into

Conquest: Turtle Island
by Renée Olander I. On the Bay this morning, not far from beach bathers who mostly gave it wide berth, a dead turtle washed up, like a whole

Signs of the Season
by Henry Rappaport 1 Rosie says the bush is December thinks three weeks freeze got it is flip and sad at the half masts. Meanwhile, the sun

The Casualties of Where
by Henry Rappaport 1. The man with no legs looks at a map of the night, looks and wonders where he can go. He closes his eyes and looks at a map

Recognition
by Larry Dyhrberg There comes a moment In the life of Cherries, After the bright red, After the darkening And swelling into succulence, The mouth