The Cafe Review

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

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

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

by Trina Gaynon I cannot tell you what a bargain this is. . . . — “$7,500” Josephine Miles

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

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,

by Rich Ives I shall chase flies across the room which shall be known as forever and I shall place forever in a box and close it and hide the box

by Susan H. Maurer She had to kiss the floor they were so strict. She once wore coif, grey wool, whalebone corset stays cheap cotton slips,

by Susan H. Maurer The small black angels light on the telephone wire. Disappointingly, as they neither glitter nor shine, though the starlings

by David Wagoner At the outer corners of the eyes, the skin has come to points like directional indicators, and at the inner curves of the nose,

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