Category: Spring 2013
Voyage VII
by Peter F. Murphy Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood yet was hurried . . .
Plum Island Suite
by David Stankiewicz I At twenty–two all you need’s an old car music and books enough job to pay the rent a broken heart (optional)
North of Us
by Nicholas Spengler When everything has left us but the long bone of birch against the blackest sky When all has gone but the blood heat of you
Other People’s Dreams
by Nicholas Spengler In a town named for sleep, cradled in high rock, there’s an ancient church whose bells toss and turn at hazy intervals; a
Your Voice in Half-Light
by Nicholas Spengler At the interior window you can hear two kinds of birds: those within cages and those without. The former sing all day over
Deposition
by Lee Sharkey What I know is that there is a mural. Was a mural. What I heard was that there was a fax. Or a letter. What I read was that the
Art Thief
by Lee Sharkey Who can explain this ? We know who the agent is, but who is his agent ? What path did he walk to the vanishing point ? What
Mid-Century Ranch, Orange County
by Trina Gaynon I cannot tell you what a bargain this is. . . . — “$7,500” Josephine Miles
Cash
by Robert Herschbach It can stink like old shoes, curl at the edges, be a face gone ragged and creased. It’s still tender. A machine may not take
Lisa, Dancing
by Robert Herschbach Taller than the men who chased the crescent moons that fell from the strobe, you made the dim club worth its cover charge,