Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

fades to yellow: — Ayla Crosswhite

today the color of bruises is beautiful green like tornado skies fade fast like good days eight ball in the side pocket beer foamy in the pitcher everybody knew today the rips are fresh in flesh frayed like denim knees fade fast the sun downs bicycle frame in the back seat water cold in the … Continue reading

Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

My Astrophysicist Brother Takes a Nap — Robert J . Tillett

Sometimes you sleep on your stomach, An elbow’s crook consuming your left cheek. Perhaps, then, you’re tunneling toward creation– The way you tell it–that violent instant Frozen, captured in the pressure of an eyelash On an arm. But today you’re on your back Sprawled out on the floor, a universe In repose. This is the … Continue reading

Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

His Early Promise Unfulfilled — Bruce McRae

God spat an ocean, shat the Alps, pissed torrents and waterfalls, God wasn’t beautiful and frightened the curly-headed kiddies and nuns. God drove by in a beat-up rust-bucket, whistling and shouting and waving a gun. God played the spoons and bummed quarters by the entrance to the liquor store. He planted timebombs in the hearts … Continue reading