From the Labor Café in Warsaw Jeffrey Alfier __________Kopernika Street. If I recall rightly I drift through Sunday quiet the city wrapsitself in, streets nearly mute in the breaking light.On the café patio I see the same old man who sat herelast winter watching rain induced by coldinto the season’s…
Read MoreVan Gogh Hopes in Arles V.C. Myers __________ “Hope is in the stars” -Vincent Van Gogh In his virgin canvas, Van Gogh sawnocturnes, the many vistas of Arles,his Bouches-du-Rhône market, adelirious delicatessen tasted onlyfrom a distance, far away from thebustling Café Terrace crowd—hisdream of a coffeehouse artist colonydashed by his…
Read MoreTouching the Truth Claire Scott __________ In this version the woman in the grey Burberry suit overslept/barely time for a shower/didn’t leave home till ten/ In this version she forgot her phone/left it on the counter/couldn’t text while driving and drinking coconut water/ In this version she was living weeks…
Read MoreEleanor Levine __________ Liza’s Tattoo A radical mix of Godand birth exhumed fromtrees and birds and skies andman hemmed from his soul:the means to a deity unearthed,sewn through the veins ofskin in intermediate moments ofamity and reprieve __________ Stephanie’s T-shirts She wears LSD cats,Jack Kerouac unshaven,Alf and Harry Potter.I inherit…
Read MoreThe Fate of Bodies as Explained by JoAnne, Age 4 Katie Kehoe __________ My teacher. She told. She told me about atoms. They’re smaller than this dinosaur. This marble. I lost my marble when my mom took it. She took it and she said that it was dangerous. I once…
Read MoreThe Eroding Iron of Memories Replenished Shome Dasgupta __________ for Clementine A sift through solemn eyes, the anger undoing,A turn or twist of mosaic bark upon the banks of ridden rivers, When twirling violet petals land, heavy and muddied,When a pup becomes a striped stray kitten with ceaseless paws, The…
Read MoreDorothy Chan __________ Dear Lady, Stop Gifting Me Lip Balms and Hand Cream “I don’t mean to pry, but have you ever beenon a date?” my brother’s girlfriend asks me but now I’ve lost it, because I know whatshe really means is “I’ve never heard you it’s complicated, and I…
Read MoreCL Bledsoe __________ My Brother Is Getting Old I wanted to ask what stole the brownfrom his beard, painted his thinninghair gray, stooped him over when he tries to stand? Was it the same bastard whostole my spare time and made my kneeshurt? But he always wants to talk when…
Read MoreLearning To Plant Trees With My Father While My Mother’s Ghost Sings Nome Emeka Patrick __________ i am planting trees inside a dream blur enough for even God’s eyes.in the distance, my father’s voice dances in the wind under the wingsof golden seagulls. my hands are in the soil which…
Read MoreSomeone He Loved Matthew Thorburn __________ Where did the chords goUncle Albert used toplay those chiming bellsbowls of bright waterhe raised high with both hands before his strokehis black coat always onthe silver stick pin shininghis eyes to the ceilingis that where he keeps his music we wonderedor else closed…
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