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Alice in the Wasteland by Ann Lauterbach

Alice in the Wasteland by Ann Lauterbach

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end?—Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Alice was beginning to get tired sitting with spring rain on the bank in forgetful snow. She thought, It is too dark to see anything. Then she began to wonder about the meaning of anything and the meaning of nothing and in what ways […]

River Again by Christopher Kondrich

River Again by Christopher Kondrich

Also, I must capture you in song. I must find music to set to this aging and follow the river to my death. But it isn’t at the end, the river says, now speaking, it is at its disappearance off the map of words, which have guided me here. Sometimes when I quote from what is etched into walls, I […]

After Buson by D. A. Powell

After Buson by D. A. Powell

Shush, the priest might hear us breaking fast together. One fish, two fish, deadly blowfish.   Surprise, surprise. I’m still alive. Fugu, too.   That night  he drank the toxic soup he gave up on love.   That’s some low class fish. Why you eat it I’ll never know.   Meanwhile, if they’re serving blowfish stew make sure you’re the […]

Before Long: Pieces of a Poetry Comic by Bianca Stone

Before Long by Bianca Stone

Pieces of a poetry comic.

The Folding Star and Other Poems by Jacek Gutorow Translated with an Introduction by Piotr Florczyk

The Folding Star and Other Poems by Jacek Gutorow, trans. Piotr Florczyk

If we define translation as “to change from one place, state, or form to another,” there is no question that the translator is also an alchemist. Here in Jacek Gutorow’s The Folding Star and Other Poems, translated by Piotr Florczyk, the author and translator have worked together to create the best possible translations from Polish to English—in some instances, altering […]

Two Poems by Linda Dove

Two Poems by Linda Dove

St. Nicholas of Tolentino Comes Back as Atticus Finch There are no birds in this account. There is perhaps Boo Radley in the Ghost Ditch, just over the county line. Scout may be kicking a can down a road, but it’s more likely she’s practicing writing Jean Louise in her best hand because this is a story about language. The […]

“Landscape with American Dream” by Janine Joseph

Landscape with American Dream by Janine Joseph

Putting down the beets, you got to thinking my life had dead-ended             and were serious, and I agreed—But first I need capers                         and whatever’s past the pimentos, I said and scanned the list. I needed the lemon glaze, the stuff I craved down the ethnic lane             and still I had to sing of how I walked a thousand hot miles […]

Two Poems by Rae Gouirand

Two Poems by Rae Gouirand

Persimmon That which is right is sometimes excruciating. The skin of the persimmons just turning, seeds stashed in a junk locket, the place you come to the place you haven’t arrived. Every other year, a friend’s tree produces double. With the first bite, five years one. I used to think California was expensive. It’s not a surprise anymore, the tree […]

“Delve” by T. Jay Santa Ana

Delve by T. Jay Santa Ana

A Poem and A Poetic Essay by David Tomas Martinez

A Poem and A Poetic Essay by David Tomas Martinez

Neighborhood Watch When ice cream was the only bribe needed to tell my grandmother my cousins walked the canyons to meet with their boyfriends, I should have asked for a soda, too. When I leaned against a fence, playing with a chicken bone breaking with cracks from the sun, when only me and a recliner’s bones or the bleached skull […]

Two Poems by Brian James Dawson

Two Poems by Brian Dawson

    Sixteen How much have we lost in the county hospital? The chubby baby wears a San Francisco Giants hat in the picture after the World Series. A small casket fills the foyer, laps of roses round the parade path. We have so many reasons to cheer.     Forty You can make anything into art. Paintbrush dances black […]

“202 East 7th” by Steve Kowit

202 East 7th by Steve Kowit

  Now & again I catch myself staring back into that world, decades gone. Cassidy is defending the Chinese Revolution, arms crossed over his lean, naked chest. He is 20, agitated of course, but laughing, nevertheless, as he paces the room. From a chair in the corner, Doug Reisner’s hoarse, equivocal chuckle, & Lenny is grinning, delighted, & Murray, laconic […]


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