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Lost in Translation—Charlene Ashley Taylor

Hay una constelación sobre sus sábanas enormes Suficientes para acoger un cadaver de gigante Alguien me dijo que No sabemos           aquí, en occidente Lo que es un gigante Pero enseguida rió y de su boca salieron rosas, Llenas de espinas recorriendo los tallos, Para llegar a mis pies     There is a constellation on … Continue reading

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Voice from a Carrefour South of the Seine—Jeffrey Alfier

A man alone in a midnight tavern a hundred miles out of Paris thinks of a dancer in Carcassonne a Sunday stabbing in Place Pigalle hears wind gaining through the Marne the evening’s unmapped road of truant voices insomniacs and drunks pilfering their own sleep mandolins lighting ballads in unlit corners and his mother rising … Continue reading

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Cava—Alexander Curren Stinton

So what is the antithesis of strawberry is not strawberry? I’m inclined to say it’s ash,   if only to impress upon you the more practical theory of how a thing is often gotten at   in getting at what it’s not. How you encouraged these bubbles to fettle my nose reciting   the méthode … Continue reading

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The Wound—Alexander Curren Stinton

That the tongue is often mistaken for the body’s strongest muscle is no surprise. I have a friend who might well heft to the tomb the weight of every word spoken to him.   If pressed he might recast us to the womb, replay labor’s caterwaul, the intermittent intercom of mask-dappled voices. How the cava … Continue reading

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Thanks For Not Calling — Michael Salcman

You live in the city; in the snow outside paw-prints crisscross the lawn. You wonder if the other animals ever get lonely.   Sometimes you feel like an Eskimo out on an ice floe caught without a fishing pole when it’s too cold to swim back.   Art’s a type of entertainment, a diversion from … Continue reading

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When The Lights Go Out—Ron McFarland

Some days you let yourself think what it might be like, how you might just be standing there on the corner of Third and Main not thinking about anything in particular and you’d just keel over. Maybe there’d be just a split second of being dizzy, lightheaded, a sudden familiar fragrance, and that would be … Continue reading

fall 2015 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2015 / Volume 46

Connected in Some Fragmented Way — Laura Coe Moore

No satined-ceiling basement room for me. Let my flesh be cleanly burned away, my bones returned to dust and ash. Swept from the retort, ground fine, shards of bone released from recognition.   My artificial joints mourn magnetic removal. After all, they stepped in when movement was too painful for my body to bear. Though … Continue reading