The Cafe Review

by Joshua Sullivan The drainage ditch leads down to the pond, forming the boundary of the fallow flood plain. Paul’s farm, his father’s before

by Raymond Hall A soul, the Universe, awakens awestruck looking around Interprets further, gags I watched a Spider spin a web, patiently Wait.

by Peter Krok A Letter to Bruno: Seven Years Since He Left Blaise Pascal: “The heart has its reasons . . . ” It has been seven years since you

by Paul Pines He breaks the surface a splinter of buried light tail-walks the water dives back runs/ tugs/ stops/ circles/ approaches runs

by Paul Pines We anchor close to Peter Pulitzer on his reconditioned Louisiana shrimp trawler The Sea Hunter a man who marries girls that leave

by Danny Caine 44 screams each other in a language. 45 awakes naked and cannot asleep again. 42 reaches to phone neuf un un then hand retreats.

by Danny Caine I Love You Detroit for Dan Gilbert I love you Detroit People Mover because you don’t give a fuck you just give rides to

by Roger Camp How a photographer landed on the valet at L’Opera for Len Matsuk I was told by someone who was standing in line valet ticket

by Mimi White Would like to sing, but the sea ran across the road. People are eating, others driving in the rain. Tomorrow the news, but today

by Mimi White Amazed a tree could grow in the sky, shoots about to burst, supple, tender. Sleep had sealed lost prayers, sibilant, forgotten

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