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Issue 16

A Note from the Editor

A Note from the Editor

by Jim Heavily

The summer solstice slid by on June 19th; towards the end of June, a spectacular conjunction of Venus & Jupiter could be seen in the western sky just after sunset (some astronomers believe this may have been the fabled “Star of Bethlehem”); July 1st brought the first of two full moons in July; […]


A Feeling Rare As a St. Kilda Wren

A Feeling Rare As a St. Kilda Wren

by Regan Good

It continued to rain in the trees after the rain.
As if the rain itself originated from the leaves.

A soft whistle. A door bowered in shade. […]


Mandelbrot’s Plot

Mandelbrot’s Plot

by Norman Dubie

The blue cigarette boat was virtually floating
above the pond, skating faster than
the traffic to the west on the new I-20 speedway,
the boat crazily shifting into its own plough-line […]


Violence in a Canonical Hour

Violence in a Canonical Hour

by Norman Dubie

A violet floss in the trees and eaves
of an abandoned tudor house,
the burst water pipe of clay
reveals a secret passage for the feint
fetus of lost catholic women, the chapelet
collapsed with fat pink moles in a black nest— […]


Holbein

Holbein

by Norman Dubie

I stare through this green block of ice
at the high fold between her shoulders
and conclude the ass
is even more a pear
than it was in the morning […]


Later, Quantum Skaters on the River

Later, Quantum Skaters on the River

by Norman Dubie

In the sunflower pi-wattage of quail
and gunpowder, white
in the air— having no fear
except of itself and one—
this bird sighs in the moons […]


The Quaker Graveyard on Nantucket

The Quaker Graveyard on Nantucket

by Regan Good

Off the brackish shoals of Nantucket,
the Quakers dug crowded cradles for their dead
in a rockless field, two on two, even five
on ten, stacked together in a single ditch.
No gravestones sunk since their selves
did not require permanence. […]


To the Saugatuck River and Its Source at Sugar Hollow, Westport, CT

To the Saugatuck River and Its Source at Sugar Hollow, Westport, CT

by Regan Good

Morning river-sounds and building-sounds. Knocks
and bangs of wooden beams spinning on chains in air—
By the highway, the half-buried water well is a little house
next to the upturned root system of a druid’s dream.
This is the river that flows out from its source. […]


Thrall

Thrall

by Kelly Nelson

Erasure with translation of “Pasión de caza” by Mexican poet Malva Flores

I am calling Knives


Five Weeks in a Cabin, She Has Written Nothing

Five Weeks in a Cabin, She Has Written Nothing

by Kelly Nelson

Erasure with translation of “Para matar a la antigua sirena” by Mexican poet Malva Flores

pens
taken as prey


Under the cover of

Under the cover of

by Kelly Nelson

Erasure with translation of “Piedras como palabras” by Mexican poet Malva Flores

and no voice
but the air.


The Passing Breeze

The Passing Breeze

by Desirée Jung

The question had come from an audience member whose orange nails reminded her of
the carvalho, fruto e tanino of the Portuguese heritage she left behind. There was a man […]


Sounds of the Sea & Memory

Sounds of the Sea & Memory

by Mông-Lan

you an eagle

fiercely
streaked silver

early morning […]


Waxing Gibbous: Coyolxauhqui

Waxing Gibbous: Coyolxauhqui

by Matthew Woodman

Sometimes the world is too much to handle;
horizons fade, options narrow.

Sometimes the moon is a white candle;
we break our bones to taste the marrow. […]


The Saguaro Dress

The Saguaro Dress

by Matthew Woodman

Desire enshrines us in this shadow box,
our eyes mounted with a shrike’s needle,
a hummingbird’s tongue.The sparrow hawk
grazes the glaze that fondles […]


To Move in an Aimless Manner

To Move in an Aimless Manner

by Matthew Woodman

Child, you must plant your flag on the brightest orbital body.Stake your
claim. Defend your exceptionalism with those white teeth smiling. Allow
no doubt to portend defeat. You are the pinnacle of time, the conclusion
to our categorical proposition, of our logical climb to an order etiological. […]


Telephone Conversation I

Telephone Conversation I

by Fabienne Josaphat

Every woman my father has ever loved
has found herself pulled away by oceans,
by continents, by countries – their breath
suspended like dew drops, invisible cloud
hovering over the coiled cord of telephones. […]


Supermarket Blues

Supermarket Blues

by Fabienne Josaphat

My father’s ritual at the supermarket
is an absence of thought in his selection
of halved papayas cradling their clustered
seeds like little mounds of caviar in
their ripeness, in the way his hand hovers, […]


Absolute Decree

Absolute Decree

by Kristine Chalifoux

Like air bubbles
Rising to the surface
Of a still lake […]


Aftermath: A Love Poem

Aftermath: A Love Poem

by Kristine Chalifoux

We are, of course, impossibly
Young in the photograph
Thin, even me, though you
Always stayed that way. […]


Memorial Day Weekend

Memorial Day Weekend

by Kristine Chalifoux

I have waited all year for this
May-scented air, redolent with
Honeysuckle and mown grass. […]


Family Ritual

Family Ritual

by Jamie Figueroa

The skin is sung off. Bodies are prayed over by the families of the deceased for three days. This ensures the bodies will not bleed. While the family whispers prayers that stalk the deceased into the great beyond, cedar smoke swells around the Harvesters, purifying them, causing temporary blindness. […]


An Interview with Graciela Limón

An Interview with Graciela Limón

Thelma Reyna interviews Mexican-American writer, Graciela Limón.


The Figurative Cubism of Alexandre Nodopaka

Angels

Angels, weavers, bullfighters and field workers from the desktop of Alexandre Nodopaka.