Our Winter 2016 Issue is now available featuring poetry by Steve Luria Ablon, Kim Addonizio, Peter Bradley, Fern G. Z. Carr, Douglas K. Currier, Christine De Luca, Keith Dunlap, Kathleen Ellis, George Evans translated by Zamora, Brian Evans–Jones, Megan Grumbling, Judy Kaber, Charlene Langfur, David Linebarger, Rochelle Owens, John J. Ronan, Peter Schireson, Mark Terrill, Frederick Wilbur, Margaret Young and Daisy Zamora with an interview with Kim Addonizio conducted by Kevin Sweeney.
The issue features artwork from Hafid Lalaoui, Patricia Schappler and Volker Figueredo Véliz with reviews by Anne Britting Oleson, Mark Schorr and Kristen Stake.
Poetry Excerpts from this Issue
Streetcar, San Francisco
by Daisy Zamora Streetcar, San Francisco translated from Spanish by George Evans A black guy shakes an empty potato chip can begging
When I See Them Passing By
by Daisy Zamora When I See Them Passing By translated from Spanish by George Evans When I see them passing by I sometimes ask myself: What must
Senior Special en el Tennessee Grill
by Daisy Zamora Senior Special at the Tennessee Grill translated from Spanish by George Evans Here they make landfall
Wishbone
by Kim Addonizio It’s bad luck to break a cricket or a baby, bad to open an evil spirit in the house or refuse a kiss if it’s offered with a pot
In Which Coyote Slums as a Cactus
by Megan Grumbling Entreated with white limbs and gall, he came late, the next morning, glutton that he is for irony, false maidens. Choose your
Deep Cleaning
by Megan Grumbling With broomstick, plumb between the claws’ dark troth of shriveled dregs and trawl it out of there, thing, thought, and all
Bedmaking
by Megan Grumbling I sky it high the white as if a child lay giggling here beneath, breathing the light in billows as it settles,
Black Blood
by Peter Bradley It is such a common occurrence that the eyes of others slide over the sight of it with nary a question or raised eyebrow. As if
The Former Slaughterhouse at Villa Epecuen
by Keith Dunlap Among a stand of long dead trees bleached white by the intense salinity of flood waters that consumed the town, a road built in
Dante Gabriel Rosetti to Elizabeth
by Keith Dunlap I have entombed my love poems to you in the moldering casket of your heart. Yet I keep returning to the plot of grass, keep
The Abandoned Psychiatric Hospital
by Keith Dunlap What is it that is left behind to remind us of what occupied this place? Cracked plaster, broken glass, and peeling paint, a
Heliopause
by Kathleen Ellis In this place where the wind from the sun gives way to the wind from the stars the Earth waits for its guests to return
Black Holes Can Sing
by Kathleen Ellis To sing, was singing, the lowest note in the universe, too low for humans to hear, 57 octaves below middle C. Is there a score
As Though the Dead
by Peter Schireson I watched my brother ailing, kneeling in a soundproof room mistaking himself for the devil, and the silence clinched me to him
Memorial
by Peter Schireson I’m coming to the cemetery tonight and I’m going to lie on top of your grave, baby pull a blanket up over us, me on the grass,
Protecting Our Own
by Charlene Langfur What do we do now? Global warming is rising. It’s not surprising. I walk out into the world in spite of it. Each day I pass
Hermaphropoetics / Blood
by Rochelle Owens In an early version a deaf mute a hermaphrodite captured after the siege a hermaphrodite emptied of allegory seated on the
Sunday Morning Coming Up
by Mark Terrill Sunday morning coming up out of the subway in Berlin the last shreds of lucidity torn away from the streets not far from the
Memo from Siddhartha
by Mark Terrill If you can navigate the subway station in Hamburg–Altona climb the stairs and walk through the train station among the
Magpie Sonata
by Mark Terrill The black and white of it all; ancient majestic oak trees blasted over in the storm — entire rows of birch and poplar knocked
Blur
by Christine De Luca When a day is too short to forge a history, a shared archive, she stumbles on boxfuls, unrecorded When time concertinas
The architecture of time
by Christine De Luca The architecture of time Basilica di San Miniato al Monte, Firenze Jasmine is already fading on the wall and a
On seeing Munch’s The Scream
by Christine De Luca On seeing Munch’s The Scream Palms cupped over ears, she lets out an unholy screech; the heavens a whirl of blood–red,
It’s another day
by Christine De Luca It’s another day In the garden of the Sheltered houses she slips into each contented nap. She’s made the move from idyll of
Near the Coast
by David Linebarger Older now, few appointments. Time beyond time, the sky. The moon’s many colors, Diana’s animals. Seventeen hungry cats. A
Mrs. Turtle travels up again from the stream
by Judy Kaber I don’t know why she comes. Eggs already laid and yet, she keeps pulling her heavy body over the dry rocks to rest finally on the
Tale
by Judy Kaber My brother bragged that he could hold Orion in the palm of his hand, so I stared as he stretched his arm to the night sky,
Copper
by Fern G. Z. Carr a fox kit drowning awash in pus bloated abscess burgeoning infection
Sitting Ducks
by Fern G. Z. Carr Death is a carnival shooting gallery — a line of ducks blankly gliding by, little tail feathers curled upward, glazed eyes
Windowsill
by John J. Ronan 1 Quartz From four feet you can imagine candy, a lemony tease that turns cruel closer — rock found in the Mohave, a common
Tucked in a Seam
by Frederick Wilbur Days of tenacious March when songbirds drain the feeders like visiting magicians, I watch from my desk window — the urge to
Edges
by Frederick Wilbur Too praising, you could sabotage this poem, finely wrought, keenly carved, hand thrown, the kind crafted perhaps with an
Real Estate
by Margaret Young Another June, embarrassing roses brandish their sexual petals. The swan– necked excavator digs up the shady street while
Waking at 3 a.m.
by Steve Luria Ablon I have to pee even though I don’t. I place my arms across my chest like the Buddha, to hold myself here. This is how
Because Our Menu Has Changed
by Steve Luria Ablon Use the telephone keypad. Transmit your social security, careful just the last four numbers. Recall your address, your zip
Because My Last Name Begins With A
by Steve Luria Ablon Who wants to read first? Who will take notes? A last name starting with A is always first, always anxious, always armed. So
Sea City Museum: first return after emigration
by Brian Evans-Jones Sea City Museum: first return after emigration (Southampton, England) She thinks our son’s first word is “Mom”: I
River Tidings
by Brian Evans-Jones No rain here — the clouds thicken but keep mum and if not quite still then at least demure. No rain though the air’s charged
Birthday
by Douglas K. Currier Birthday a poem for J K Durick on the occasion of his birthday I’m not sure when it stops being party and
Hit’s anidder day/It’s another day
by Christine De Luca I da gairden o da Shaltered hooses shö neebs aff, dovers owre at aese. Shö’s med da möv fae her heeven, her ain peerie
When I See Them Passing By
by Daisy Zamora translated from Spanish by George Evans When I see them passing by I sometimes ask myself: What must they feel, the ones who
Hermaphropoetics / Blood
by Rochelle Owens In an early version a deaf mute a hermaphrodite captured after the siege a hermaphrodite emptied of allegory seated on the
Interview
Kim Addonizio Interview
“Kim Addonizio: Poetry . . . Made Me Feel Less Alone” conducted by Kevin Sweeney Born in 1954, Kim Addonizio lived for most of her adult life in
Reviews
The Truth Is We Are Perfect
by Janaka Stucky, Third Man Books, 2015, 76 pages, paper, $15.95, ISBN# 978-0-9913361-1-1 Buy this Book “The Art of Loss Is a Lost Art,” reads
Ellery Street
by David Ferry, Grolier Established Poets Series, 2015, 36 pages, $25 for the benefit of the Grolier Poetry Book Store, ISBN# 978-0-98899352-3-5
Cartographies of Scale (and Wing),
by Anca Vlasopolos, Avignon Press, 2015, 91 pages, hard $16.95/paper $8.95, ISBN# 978-0-9962920-1-6 Buy the Book Cartographies of Scale (and
Poet Biographies
Daisy Zamora
is one of Nicaragua’s most distinguished poets. She has received several literary awards, among them the Mariano Fiallos Gil National Poetry
Margaret Young
grew up in Oberlin, Ohio, and studied at Yale University and the University of California at Davis. She won a 2005 Individual Artist Grant from
Frederick Wilbur
is an architectural wood carver and has authored three dozen articles and three books on architectural and decorative woodcarving. His poems have
Mark Terrill
shipped out of San Francisco as a deck engineer machinist to Asia, Europe, and North Africa, where he studied and spent time with Paul Bowles in
Kevin Sweeney
has published two books of poems, Rags of Prayer and Ordinary Time, both from Moon Pie Press. He received a master’s of fine arts from the
Peter Schireson
lives in California where he writes poetry and teaches Zen. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in Post Road, Quiddity, Hotel
John J. Ronan
was a National Endowment for the Arts Fellow in Poetry (1999 –2000). His poems have appeared in numerous publications, among them: Threepenny
Rochelle Owens
has had her work featured in magazines and journals like First Intensity, Golden Handcuffs, and The Iowa Review. Her latest books are Triptych
David Linebarger
earned a Ph.D. in English at the University of California–Davis after an injury forced him to leave a career as a classical guitarist. He
Charlene Langfur
is an organic gardener, a southern Californian, and a Syracuse University Graduate Writing Fellow. Her writing has appeared in The Stone Canoe,
Judy Kaber
has had her work published in both online and print journals, including Off the Coast, The Comstock Review, and The Guardian. She is a retired
Megan Grumbling
has been awarded a Ruth Lilly Fellowship, Robert Frost Award, and St. Boltoph Emerging Artist Award. Her Vassar Miller Prize–winning poetry
Brian Evans-Jones
recently moved to Maine from the United Kingdom where he was Poet Laureate of Hampshire, England, and taught creative writing. His poems have
George Evans
is the author of five books of poetry published in the United States and England, including his most recent, The New World (Curbstone Press), and
Kathleen Ellis
is the author of five poetry collections, the most recent, Narrow River to the North. She has received fellowships from the National Endowment
Keith Dunlap
is a former co–editor of both The Columbia Review and Cutbank. His poems are forthcoming in Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, The Carolina
Christine De Luca
writes in both English and Shetlandic and is a native Shetlander who lives in Edinburgh where she is the current Makar (poet laureate). She
Douglas K. Currier
is a former college professor who has published previously in The Café Review, as well as in Laurel Review, Black River Review, Mockingbird, Lake
Fern G. Z. Carr
is a member of the League of Canadian Poets and composes poetry in six languages. She has published from Finland to the Seychelles, and her work
Peter Bradley
lives in New Hampshire with he wife Janice and their German Shepherd, Zoe the Wonder Dog. His work has appeared in a number of literary journals,
Kim Addonizio
Born in 1954, Kim Addonizio lived for most of her adult life in California, but is currently based in New York City. Her poetry books include:
Steve Luria Ablon
is an associate clinical professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School and Massachusetts General Hospital. He has published four books of
Artist Biographies
Reviewer and Interviewer Biographies
Kristen Stake
is a poet, contemporary dancer, and Thai massage therapist. She holds a master of fine arts degree in poetry from Vermont College and is
Mark Schorr
is at work on his newest collection, Affordable Blues, and he still serves as Director Emeritus of the Robert Frost Foundation in Lawrence,
Anne Britting Oleson
lives and writes in the mountains of central Maine. Her poetry, short stories and reviews have appeared worldwide. Her novel, The Book of the