by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Excavation Lowell Jaeger They’d carved— (this army of ants) in the gravel— an expressway! My son and I stood watching constant traffic. Frenzied comings and goings. Aztecs. Egyptians. Giant blocks heaved shoulder to shoulder, bits of leaf and bark. The hive...
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Poem For The Mad Letter Writer Not With Me, Who May Not Even Be Lyn Lifshin Rain mangles the glass. When we drive, this car is a basket that holds us together. But it’s all, you know I’m pulled somewhere different. The map tells of bridges, other streets....
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Spaceman Kit Haggard He woke up every morning in the windowless dark, with the pale earth perpetually on the rise over his bed. It was not the famous Apollo photograph, in glossy color, the inverted globe hanging like a blue marble in the velvety black...
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Poem On Two Paintings of Van Gogh John Thompson “The Painter on the Road to Tarascon” and “Wheat Fields with Crows” In the shattered fire of the dawn The charred blue noon Already whispers; Dark gods point From the awakening cobblestones And the still white...
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Sleep for C. G. Jung John F. O’Brien 1. Upon getting into bed i feel the covers close around me and i watch the dark open in patterns i ask myself if i want to do this 2. Sleep buoys up my body like a boat at a dock when the waves rise melting ridges of the...
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Cold Josh Hall “It’s so cold, my hands are on fire,” Montana said as he watched his voice vanish into the January air. We were following a trail marked by deer that led down to the creek where the ice had not quite frozen over. The watering hole had been...
