Category: Summer 2011 – American and Russian Issue
Ledge
by Alicia Fisher Lovely is the wild impassive rise of the sun. The day boils and sings. I lean into its cusp. I am here. This new is enough.
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by Alicia Fisher God only knows how many people leave sticky notes for their dead, Pens pressed against slump – shouldered memories. We
Where Do Sons Come From ?
by Alicia Fisher It was vengeance, hot and dove – soft, that brought you to the wide doomy edge, a lucid candle standing Godtall and
Geary and Gough — The day of the assassinations, November 27, 1978
by Bill Edmondson At St. Mary’s of the Assumption Under infrequent sun At certain times on certain days The shadow of a woman’s breast
Cupid’s Bullet
by Bill Edmondson The night I fell backward off the stool At Rancho Nicasio Bar And the owner suggested I get the hell out I gathered my bones
Harrison And Beale
by Bill Edmondson You’ve parked on the overpass Must get down to Beale Street Could take the long way around But the unmarked mouth of a
By Aleksey Porvin 5
Like March snow, you spend white until it thaws — dark patches, perhaps brightened by a pack of cigarettes — empty throw – away,
By Aleksey Porvin 4
Woods, too tired to walk into the white, did you not find a way to warm up to the blue amid the branches, wrapped round pines along a
By Aleksey Porvin 3
A storm cloud strikes a street with hail to mask despair (a passage to this earth with no choice in the air) ? The creation, liberty here,
By Aleksey Porvin 2
People roam the stalks searching for new life there, and each just talks and talks — as if all is prepared: among them all the chatter is