The Cafe Review

by Richard Spilman Because home is the one place you cannot escape; because it sat in the middle of the county, in the middle of the

by Richard Spilman He had been taught like many men his age not to look at himself, even in mirrors. Shaving saw only what he had to. So it was

by Sarah Wetzel Please St. Anthony, whether he’s dead or alive, whatever the outcome, please, let them find him by nightfall, said a weeping

by Sarah Wetzel The rain leaves fingerprints in last summer’s dust of the window, while just off shore, anchored and waiting, the barge that will

by Angela Patten I see you on the concrete streets of East Liverpool, Ohio that industrial Crockery City where you were born. Your red hair like

by Angela Patten Just before The Great Disappointment when the Elect could still believe they had been singled out for salvation Just before the

by Daniel Lusk More April cruelty: a friend denied tenure, aunt learns of bone cancer, brother suddenly gone. Budding spirea shattered, peonies

by Daniel Lusk Where the pond will rise as deep snow ebbs slow–wise, brilliant light on oak and hemlock shadows fading paw prints. I could

by Daniel Lusk Now it is happening in the past: my brother is gone and I did nothing to stop him. Rain and snowmelt washed out the lane and I did

by Daniel Lusk 1 Little blue finch has died. I should have known she’d not withstand cold in her cage alone. I buried her under the apple tree by

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