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Drought—Gary Metheny

A distant shelterbelt of cottonwoods boils at the edge of a cornfield that waits to be cut for silage. Arid gusts rattle withered corn leaves ringing with the screaks of red-legged locusts. Ladybird beetles cling to the wild roses that stagger down the slopes of empty ditches. An old woman toddles past the empty barn … Continue reading

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Ornithologies—James Mc Elroy

                   And in those days the ptarmigan will become                      as white as driven snow …                                                                     Stirs a few speckled ovals @ high elevation and promises shell-shock, survival. Each egg is as seismic as it gets inside a world of dwarf willows, lichens, mosses — moorland fruit. And, then, in a split- … Continue reading

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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