Category: Winter 2011 Issue

Geoffrey Gaddis
his poems have appeared in Hunger Mountain, Aethlon, and The Healing Muse. He lives in Putney, Vermont.

Russell Evatt
recently lived in Krakow, Poland, where he studied the Polish language. His work has appeared in Iron Horse Literary Review, Prism Review, Specs

Maurizio Cucchi
was born in 1945 in Milan, where he continues to live. In addition to his poetry, he has published a novel and a book of essays. His most

Kathleen Balma
is a Fulbright Fellow and graduate of Indiana University’s MFA program. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Mid–American Review,

A Heath For Lear, A Corridor For Us
by Alan Holder King Lear required a storm upon a heath to bring him down from his crazy height, acknowledge his, our, bare, fork’d animal.

Saints
by Alan Holder Sebastian, converted to a reverse porcupine, Thomas à Becket, struck dead by swords, Joan of Arc transformed to a torch, Agnes of

Island Forest
by Maurizio Cucchi I’m not in my house anymore, but in that breezy place that gives me everything. Its serene geometry provides an entryway for

The Dead Man’s Alibi
by Giovanni Raboni Judas says that his alibi was shaken, the dead man’s: that’s why the dead man went down to the courtyard. But the alibi was

Lines After Reading Du Fu
by James Koller I open my door to two dippers, a river of stars, enough moon light to watch a breeze lift the blue ribbons hung from the high

— for Duncan McNaughton
by James Koller Morning Star over the Uintas, red sun coming up behind those mountains. We missed seeing you in Bolinas. Did you come out? I’m