Category: Spring 2013

thank you for this
by Celina Villagarcia pressed against the backs of eyes, tears offer the slightest fire on room–warm arms warmth

Eternal Water
by Celina Villagarcia I want to birth one hundred children a river full of bearing — arms waving in welcome eyes closed

For Paul
by Celina Villagarcia In a hundred years your fingers too frail to braid with mine legs too burdened by time’s hand to walk

Random Afternoon / Late November
by Nick Squadere There is a strange / quiet — l o n e l i n e s s : not a single person home at my cousin’s house

The Paintress for Sam
by Nick Squadere But what could be more brilliant than the index finger behind your

Microcosm
by Nick Squadere SHINKICHI TAKAHASHI said that rivers & mountains exist within a single tuberous

Suburbia
by Donald Crane As I was trimming around my rose bushes, I glanced over the hedge And saw my neighbor’s wife on her chaise longue

Coming to Mr. Kirk
by Richard Taylor Before the crowd arrives I’ll find shelter among the thick trees and stand very still. The noise of them, the noise bends the

Cold Knowing
by Richard Taylor Water from the well in its corner of our barn and house can straighten a person up pink and suddenly with cold astringent

Artaud in Mexico
by John Macker He tells the dubious Tarahumara Rimbaud never met a French poet he didn’t disdain. Eats peyote by the handful from a painted