Category: Summer 2010 Issue

The Salar de Uyuni Bolivia’s salt desert
by Victoria Livingstone The December sky fills the salt flats with water and the Earth becomes a mirror. Flooding blue erases the horizon — even

The Lamp
by Franz Wright Dark blue evening street with here and there a lighted window of the at home, or the possibly not. Lamp, yellow circles

One
by Franz Wright Bodies are endless, but sentience gazing from endlessly various eyes is one, and I can prove it. Music’s an idealized and

Reflection
by Franz Wright I wear this small fish hook of crucifix Look how it helps keep the head weighted down down with shame, with the glory and shame

You Can’t Miss It
by Franz Wright Most I loved the secret sense of being a we; of living in two places at once (or everywhere). How I learned to bear euphoria in

Alone on the Deschutes
by Elly Bookman There is a morning, and there are brown eyes rising somewhere against a dense piano bass line meant to begin things. This river

Organ Music
by Elly Bookman In a living room that couldn’t have been ours or even anyone’s we knew because it was decorated entirely with stainless steel and

Cool Spring
by Douglas Woody Woodsum Light spring rain on a metal roof: hi–hat and snare at the start of a song, measure after measure till the rest

Coat Hangers in an Empty Closet
by Douglas Woody Woodsum Someone hammered something so thin It could not help but bend and hang And did it again and again until A keyboard made

Seeing the Bottom Off Thompson’s Point
by Daniel Lusk These zebra mussels are mistakes we made in our youth. How clear the water now and how clearly we can see them. They seem to have