This special feature includes poems, artwork, and an interview.
Alexis White grew up in beautiful, rainy, muddy, green Northwest Oregon. At the time of her death, she was about to receive her Masters of Fine Arts in Poetry from Oregon State University. In the closing line of an essay, she wrote that she was sitting on her back deck, which overlooked a wooded region near the edge of Corvallis […]
Knots Franz Schubert: Sonatinas for violin in A minor and G minor, D 385 and D 408 On a March day on the way from Graz to Vienna listening to Schubert’s sonatinas, remembered as the previous sound of halfhearted desire, which I wished would awaken once more from the sleep of its surrender. The themes were once unbroken, simple […]
Includes original artwork by Mel Chin.
Please Do Not Use This Toilet (if possible) Did you hear about the man who swallowed a yo-yo? Some clodhopper down in Garfield Park. Real classy guy. The butcher said to my father, if he’s havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for your son, before handing over thirty links of venison sausage. There’s a sign on the busted toilet. Magnavox […]
They would scarce strip naked, this phenomenon of scattering, neither creation nor destruction of radiant energy, a change in distribution, an absolute vacuum, even in substances which are perfectly pure, such covering represented, in those who were compelled; there was madness beyond this, an idea of distracted humour, the pain of hunger, remote in the desert, that nameless city, crumbling […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]