Category: Winter 2014 Issue
James Wright’s Horses
by W. E. Butts There are certain words that transport us out of those small spaces we sometimes live in: prognosis, cancer, treatment, memory
Learning Williams
W. E. Butts Learning Williams for Kevin Cahill What did I really learn that quiet afternoon in a classroom of students, heads on their desks, or
Five Picture Postcards
by S Stephanie Five Picture Postcards for W.E.B. — after Radnóti I August 1944 In the flint colored mountains of Bulgaria two weeks before your
Ars Poetica
by Howard Winn To the right of me loom neo-formalists, rigor in their cheeks, cash behind their checks, anthologies in their bank accounts,
The Anxiety of Influence
by John F. Buckley Nobody’s parents have loved him enough, and everyone’s mommy has struggled with cancer, and anyone’s daddy’s addicted to
And Now Let Us Go Into The Garden
by Helene Swarts Light, like spilled milk, spreads near our feet making little circles. Soon the moon will bring another cast. Come, let us go
Aftermath
by Helene Swarts Like orphans dreaming mothers out of their soup Like the pauper’s mouth moving when the rich man swallows We expect the moon.
War
by Helene Swarts Light no longer colors the leaves, blending green into grace. Evil, as unremarkable as ever, silts over the streams. Children
Micah Weeping, 1983
by Sydney Lea Three decades ago, even the Vietnam War Seemed gone for most of us. On Memorial Day, Or Decoration, as our small town’s elders
Insouciant
by Sydney Lea Insouciant after the Newtown massacre After school treat, reads a certain crossword clue. For an instant I’m dizzy with rage at