The Cafe Review

by Ron Padgett Pretty little angel eyes on a dark background follow you into the foreground and then close the moment you feel they are about to

by Ron Padgett on a white tablecloth with light blue legs below in a hotel restaurant in a small town in Poland in 1936 is being contemplated by

by George Economou In memoriam — Paul Blackburn (1926 –1971), poet and translator of the troubadours; Federico Garcia Lorca (1898 –1936), and

by Larry Fagin Sleep faster, we need the pillows. Yiddish proverb I went for a shvitz but it didn’t solve my problems (old age, sickness,

by Larry Fagin You haven’t lost the desire to reason effectively. You still care about what’s published under your name, you. And you’re

by Larry Fagin “Nothing whatever, it arises as everything.” Lemon zest. I can’t seem to keep quiet which is a pity because you really need to

by David Antin the wave betrays the wind thirst teaches you the value of water if you have nothing you’ve got nothing to lose the squash calls

by David Antin if the ground under your feet is wet, the sky is to blame before you buy shoes, make sure you measure your feet if you doubt what

by Daphne Marlatt wha – ? black wall of waters rolling in – ter urban seawet wreckage after missing, dead 27,000 up to 28 —

by Daphne Marlatt thunder rain for hours while standing hills drink in and under evanescent sprinkler jets on the already soused lawn in the

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