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Issue 21

Offering for Your Altar

Offering for Your Altar

by Laura Juliet Wood Perfect bowl of mandarins, tall vase of Alcatraz, strings of roasted chiles draped from mesquite beams. A family table cut from a single tree. Monica, like many Swiss, has brought her spotless hospitality to this inhospitable desert. Real de Catorce shines like gold in the almost-winter skies, and that light sinks […]


Nightscape for Don Pacheco

Nightscape for Don Pacheco

by Mario Duarte It begins with the garden of night, sleepless, a mud-caked hoe on his bowed shoulder, he shuffles out of the wind-ruffled corn rows, steps over a sailing sugar maple leaf, a crackling twig, a fallen scarecrow while above his head widening silent wings of a white owl shadow him. Venus and Mars […]


Doble Sentido: Tips for Traveling While Central American, Centro de Migrantes, 2017

Doble Sentido: Tips for Traveling While Central American, Centro de Migrantes, 2017

by Abigail Carl-Klassen Which name do you want? I travel with a Mexican name, but I can give you my Guatemalan name if you want. You know, in case something happens. I talk like a Mexican. It helps me en el camino. It’s not hard. Pinche, guëy, órale, chido, padre, no mames. Tú. Tú. Tú. […]


New Year’s Day, Arizona 2017

New Year’s Day, Arizona 2017

by Elijah Tubbs A perennial holiday of rupture and bane Begins. The art of roadkill. This dog is sable ink, A medium size lump Like papier-mâché geology In fifth grade, a lab Probably. One leg is broken. I can’t really tell. A breath, or a whimper From unusual wet And heavy wind. I pass It […]


In the Belly of the Horse

In the Belly of the Horse

by Alicia Mountain In the belly of the horse, in the timber hull, they left one guard to sleep through the siege folded with clemency into himself. Among many, one telling is this: the unwitting pacifist, a boy beekeeper lost in the Greek dreamhills of his nightmind. The body in its heaviness that pulls him […]


No Collar

No Collar

by Alicia Mountain at least we have a river to go to everyone erupting at the same time number the secrets you are keeping set a place at the table for each a wishbone left to get a little more brittle shuffled deck with a dog-eared ace this emerging spring, a gas station would that […]


Beyond Task and Future, Endlessly Worthy

Beyond Task and Future, Endlessly Worthy

by Alicia Mountain — after Joanna Klink tonight I wish I had a god to light the warm lamp between here and what here is worth setting out bread and blood for supper because I have no kind of dominion the blue spruce falls and falls and falls in my mind it is nothing but […]


Sheep

Sheep

by Cynthia Hogue A few men come with a gift of sheep to your hillside home, which has always been open to all but especially those-who-sing or those called wise, the storytellers who remember what others forget, who warn of Truth being tarnished, Power polished until it preens, unable to stop baring its teeth in […]


The Open

The Open

by Cynthia Hogue (“in which every being is freed”) after Rilke * To not reach – my arms ex- tending, emptied – you soared away to die, then be re- vived. One second I was bringing you coffee, then erupted / pain took == you would not talk just dis- appeared into == I tried […]


A Technician Comes by my Desk

A Technician Comes by my Desk

by Juanita Rey I unzip a file and I can feel a zipper slide down my soft brown back. I double click on an icon. Hey there. Wait a moment. It’s not just you big W. My body’s been double clicked. I open up a file just as someone’s arms fold over my shoulders, and […]


Another Robinson Jeffers Nightmare

Another Robinson Jeffers Nightmare

by Abel Folgar On the Gulf Coast, a sparsely populated beach, distant birds like afterthoughts. I’m sitting in one of those low-profile beach chairs that seem so comfy from far away but it’s beginning to feel like it’s gonna be a real pain to get out of. I’m burying my feet in the sand, storm […]


San Francisco, California, USA, 1993

San Francisco, California, USA, 1993

by Valerie Jeremijenko I only saw you once while you were growing up. It was in San Francisco where your mother moved to try to claim you back, though as you know the court cases were long and protracted and she was too argumentative and confrontational for them to ever rule in her favour. You […]


Night Sounds

Night Sounds

by Abigail Allen She awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of a man’s voice. The man was singing in her back yard, near her bedroom window. He usually woke her by scraping his fingernails across the screen, but this time he was singing. He had a tenor voice. Was it Schubert […]


David Rodríguez López: Memories

David Rodríguez López: Memories

From an early age I have always been attracted to the art world, but my love of photography did not materialize until 2013, the year I bought my first reflex camera, and I began to explore this through photography. Shortly afterwards I began to train myself through several courses and also in a self-taught way. […]


James Cervantes: Diá de los Muertos

James Cervantes: Diá de los Muertos

Contributors’ Notes No. 21

Contributors’ Notes No. 21

Laura Juliet Wood has lived in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico for 20 years. Her translations of prose and poetry in Spanish have appeared in Mexico City’s The Ofi Press and the anthology Solamente en San Miguel, Volumes I and II. Most recently her poems have been published by SOL magazine, Haibun Today, Crab Creek […]