The Cafe Review

by Stephen Ellis Spontaneous beauty like ancient folk songs drift down from the far north, like the light rain that cools the genius living in

by Stephen Ellis There’s a red glow, moving west from China, and now the last moments at the luminous horizon, as dusk settles in, with its gold

by Matthew Caley “What wind so blew that a hammock netted a man?” Anon. Two silver birches bear the burden, which after all is only some

by Matthew Caley Having left M’Lady half-naked and panting, as her husband mounted the stairs, I vaulted the balustrade — preferred exit of

by Matthew Caley Supposedly, the cool silver birch bole barely two hips width shudders like a woman on the brink of believing in her man They are

by Jim Daniels I smiled at the gate of Lord Larry, the Boy with the Swimming Pool. The small plastic / rubber / aluminum circle stand-in for Ye

by Gerald Locklin When Toad goes for his morning coffee and Raisin-bran cookies at the Donut Shoppe, His wife asks, “Off to hang out With your

by Gerald Locklin Toad is bragging How his thirteenth grandchild Is due in less than a week, and His eighty-year-old new buddy At the donut

by Oz Hardwick The moon is heavy tonight, plump and livid, barely clearing the black ground. Blind and bloodshot, it eyes nothing.

has degrees from California (Pa) State College and the University of Massachusetts. He is chair of the English Department at Southern Maine

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