by Jason Splichal | Aug 26, 2014 | Magazine Article
Anyone who has ever kept a secretKnows that letters cannot be burned in a bundle Even after the fire eats through the stringOr ribbonOr rubber bandThat binds themThe letters huddle together like childrenSo those at the core of the clutchRemain untouchedAs flames live...
by Richard Roe | Aug 26, 2014 | Magazine Article
The week her grandfather died, she recalleddancing with him at her sister’s wedding,the gardenia, his neatly parted white hair,a tango he likened to snow falling in calm wind. You were quick to learn, he told her, and sheremembers his hand against her shoulderblade,...
by Louisa Loveridge Gallas | Aug 26, 2014 | Magazine Article
For just one buck this gaudy one-eyedcheap tin crescent moon is mine,lead painted by some ‘artist’ in Beijing,mysterious mythic glamour brought lowby tawdry colors, already chipped,melodramatic, second-rate like some poems end up with no nuance,or substance, poor...
by Dion Kempthorne | Aug 26, 2014 | Magazine Article
To make it fair, we’ll need to wearthe same number or articlesof clothing and decide whethersocks count as one or two and ifrings and watches count at all. Then we’ll need to agree on time,say, to stop every five or ten minutes,to see who’s ahead or behind inrunning...
by Kathryn Gahl | Aug 26, 2014 | Magazine Article
At sixteen, the good kissrelied on pitch-black darknessduring the seventeen-mile ride to our dairy farmafter we won the basketball gameand my point-guard boy danced with me to Oh, Pretty Woman in a dimmed gym—what kinesthesia that dimness held andagain in his...
by Nancy Jesse | Aug 26, 2014 | Magazine Article
She had been here, and now she is gone,leaving her mark like an imprint in snow.Her things are still here, but she has moved on. I’ve kept her books, from Proust to Audubon,see her freckled hand scribbling notes that showshe had once been here, and now she is gone....
