The Cafe Review

by Alan Elyshevitz I am solvent, well – ventilated. No one has spurned me. The trees in my window efface the wind. Yet my murmurings catch

by Leah Twitchell As the baby rolled and tumbled Down a full flight of stairs, Slow motion kicked in And what took seconds seemed like years. I

by Leah Twitchell She was rearranging the furniture In her parent’s house — As if by changing the shape of the house as it had been then, The

by Michael Lee Phillips What was the first question and what was the answer ? That’s what I’d like to know. And how did the answer know That it

by Kimberly Cloutier Green You were a big, horns – only concert of a man. I was your sapphire – tongued chameleon. Kiss me, kiss me.

by Amalio Madueño can’t I believe it will flow forever all that time since the Conquest running through basalt in the high valley where I stand

by Amalio Madueño all the way from Dulzura and all summer the brush had been thin, dry & for a stretch scorched to black stubble in Arroyo

by Amalio Madueño Cold moist feebly shining feminine corporeal passive — the womanly the gentle Sister Bride Mother Spouse confab of beloved

by Amalio Madueño first, let there be a soft rain out of the West, let there be a grey light in the bosque and the quiet adobe among alamosa,

by Amalio Madueñ I Two kitchen lemons fused by blue green fuzz; I hold the perfect citrus skin of one least rotten. A distant raven sways aside

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