Volume 1, Issue 5 (July/August 2015)
NARRATIVE VERSE
Old Testament distillation and poetic rendition of The Book of Tobit:
"...I have a story, even a song—it rises
like evening smoke—the crackle
of roasted lamb turning on the spit—gentle
wind, a ticking of grains of sand
brushing cheek, forehead, tip of tongue.
My story, of course, is of family--
Of how I do and do not belong..."
"...I have a story, even a song—it rises
like evening smoke—the crackle
of roasted lamb turning on the spit—gentle
wind, a ticking of grains of sand
brushing cheek, forehead, tip of tongue.
My story, of course, is of family--
Of how I do and do not belong..."
POEMS
"You claim that despair stalks friends,
poaching in their teacups and slurring
their favorite words. The cold wind
tastes of stone. The post office
slumps on its foundations. Mail
from the last century still awaits
delivery, gummed flaps muttering.
Meanwhile the wind plunges and plunges
with the angst of dolphins hunted
to extinction. Shoppers toting bags..."
poaching in their teacups and slurring
their favorite words. The cold wind
tastes of stone. The post office
slumps on its foundations. Mail
from the last century still awaits
delivery, gummed flaps muttering.
Meanwhile the wind plunges and plunges
with the angst of dolphins hunted
to extinction. Shoppers toting bags..."
AZURE ORIGINAL SERIES: INSTALLMENT 2
AURELIA: A BALLET IN PROSE (Act I) - Sakina B. Fakhri
For the next four months, AZURE will publish serial installments of Aurelia: A Ballet in Prose, a contemporaneously unfolding novel by Sakina B. Fakhri.
For the next four months, AZURE will publish serial installments of Aurelia: A Ballet in Prose, a contemporaneously unfolding novel by Sakina B. Fakhri.
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"If you were to happen upon the once-elaborate monastery now in the hills of Northern England, you would find its jagged mass of ruins to be something of an unfinished sketch: The lantern tower at the northwest corner of the grounds is measured by the uneven shadow cast by the presbytery at the eastern end of the expanse, and the cloister, once arcaded in black marble, has eroded to a simple white sandstone. Legends that have since fallen into disrepute speak of a medieval order of lapsed nuns who had taken for their residence this abandoned fortress after having suffered expulsion for their sins by the now extinct Order of Circassia. It was said, though mostly in jest and generally as counter-point to a moralistic tale, that these nuns had danced a knight to his fiery death to secure their safe escape."
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For the libretto establishing the storyline and plot structure, see the previous issue.
Customized illustrations for all published pieces are provided by Evgenia Barsheva.