Category: Issue 3
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PEOPLE OF NEW YORK by Sally Ball
I know you are dying as always, even you big ones from Queens, or from Nyack, and I’m in the habit of checking the clock, midnight again. Again no phone call, no lungs expanding and contracting
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LETTER TO PHIL FROM MANITOU SPRINGS by George Kalamaras
Did Darwin name the world, or did you, Phil, in creating him for us? I swear a Galápagos tortoise inhabits my sleep. A dream broth. A cup of Genmaicha tea containing roasted grains of brown rice. It lays its eggs across the coral reef of my brain. Blonde. Blind. Without fish-mouth or salt.
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LIE DOWN WHERE THEIR FACES ARE by James Allen Hall
The woman across the street on her knees again, shut out in the snow by her husband. Every week, this ritual: a man, a crying woman, the blue cold earth that marries them. When he lets her in, she lays in bed next to him.
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ISSUE 3
Spring 2013
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ANTIPHON FOR THE OFFICE OF THE DEAD by William Kelley Woolfitt
a powder box and swans-down puff her limp stocking, a green satin fan spangled with dragonflies, curling-tongs small muslin bags, a pumice stone bits of skin, cut-glass bottles, cuticle knife, a darner, nail powder, sealing wax spirals of her hair, glove buttoner orangewood stick, gauze balls, shoe lift velvet brush, rabbit’s foot, pots of rouge…
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DOLOROSA by Molly Rose Quinn
(The Chapel at St. Mary’s School for Girls) where the pillar falls at the edge of morning the teachers beg us to tug down our skirts they offer their palms for our gumballs and your god is here to say that beauty is easy like cutting teeth and your legs and your legs and yours…
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ROSA by Anne Germanacos
Just a name Rosa, a girl in a story, a name I happen to like. She’s a girl with a father who follows her to the ends of the earth as she follows a story, a myth, an incantation. She is trying to be a virgin and a diplomat, like Gertrude Bell. She would also…
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SPA CARE by Xenia Taiga
The spa was located in the hills, behind the town’s famous billboards. “The farthest spot on known earth,” her husband said, looking over the brochures. “No fast foods for miles.” Her husband helped her pack, while she stood to the side eating Dorito’s. The afternoon sun shone on her as she got in the car…
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ROSA by Anne Germanacos
Just a name Rosa, a girl in a story, a name I happen to like. She’s a girl with a father who follows her to the ends of the earth as she follows a story, a myth, an incantation. She is trying to be a virgin and a diplomat, like Gertrude Bell. She would also…
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PERSONAL AD #1 (Pairs Only Matter In Poker) by Michael Schmeltzer
I wear garish makeup and make faces in the mirror. Which reminds me…do you want to hear my favorite joke? Two clowns walk into a bar: one with a sad face, the makeup frown thick and chalky as a hotdog bun; the other no face whatsoever. There never was a happy face.
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THE CITY by Helwig Brunner, translated by Monika Zobel
The city simplified to lines, makeup removed from your face. Houses, footsteps, and thoughts are made of the same material, graphite dust and diamonds. Time stalls, lowers your lids, to be now for once in the midst of a sleeping world, clear-sighted
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ECHOLOCATION: AERIAL SCRIPT by Helwig Brunner, translated by Monika Zobel
The bats, reflecting on their sounds, inaudible, thus eavesdropping on a silence, which is none; they drag the gaze through the twilight sky, the zigzag of their flutter flight, satin-fur nearly birds that see with their ears: listen to images.