The Cafe Review

by George Economou Two by Georgios Arkadios I am occasionally visited by this halftavistic persona who has one foot set in the

by George Economou The Girl in the Gown for A. E. Stalling What I learned at a prom, not in a class, dancing in the dark, holding what

by Rochelle Owens In this story ripening on the vine so to speak In this story a warhol–like playfulness a vinyl fruit of desire

by David Cope we walk thru his rooms, sit where he sat, tell stories — the wild ride back from Hana, his teenage self scaling Long’s Peak on the

by David Cope the room is silent, empty but for the bier. she lies, sheet draped over her body — she is so small in death

by David Cope what became of the girl whose dreams dressed up for Madame Pomponelli’s neighborhood fashion show, the sixth grader who skipped on

by John Michael Mouskos She said, “There was a knock at the door; The boy had returned, Walking through the night, To be with us once more.”

by John Michael Mouskos “I hear Gordon’s been painting; He must be feeling better in himself.” “No, Gordon’s busy dying; The cancer’s spread.

by Pamela Twining I laughed at Death again today I laughed as only Life can laugh snatched tomorrow from the jaws of the bone collector burning

by Pamela Twining as i slough off another piece of you i still sometimes wear your skin see through your eyes walk journeys my legs have never

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