Category: Spring 2010
Lotus Root
by Lynn Levin Loving the hard – to – love, I sought your human feet. At the Chinese grocery you lay in a bin pond – mucked like
Mouth
by Erica Goss What desires us most enters through the mouth: consider breath, with its vital repetitions; and if the esophagus is the top of a
This is a Wild Place
by Erica Goss On the last day of winter, my car, filled with chaff and spare parts, fits neatly in its painted slot, a motion box, stopped. The
Game
by J. B. Sisson In life’s peculiar game of hit or miss, whatever happens, you’re supposed to say, “It doesn’t get any better than this.” Who
When Enos Slaughter
by David Moreau scored from first on a single to win the Cardinals the seventh game of the 1946 World Series the Boston shortstop got the blame —
Skiing the Old Farm at Night
by Christopher Seid The ruts of my two skis fill with shadow, blue ash from the full moon’s burn. The dogs run ahead to wrestle ghost dogs
Letter to Pavlov’s Dog
by Marija Sanderling How does it feel To live with this mad Russian On whom we pay homage For because of him And because of you We now know A
Jazz Night at the Museum
by Leonore Hildebrandt For the modernist, an egg shattered in the street. A heart? Straggling notes court the monkey tree. “It
Hunched Over Shallows
by Jeff Hardin (Columbia, Tennessee) I must have looked ridiculous, hunched over the shallows, steering a red Solo cup behind the minnows
August is Why
by David Filer There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons — — Emily Dickinson, Poem #258 Don’t take too much