Volume 3, Issue 4 (2018)
POETRY
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"Without hesitation, we
consume youth like a pill—Watch: the sunset crushes into the sidewalk spilling shadows in its haste. Tendrils of smoke mummify the wide open spaces we’ve come to know, billowing grey, bitter to the senses." |
POETRY
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"A young boy thought he
saw a deer flit in his peripheral vision while admiring the trees, glassed with ice. But then his mother told him, in a kind, reassuring voice: the deer all died in their sleep in the ice-rain and lie entombed, like Pompeii, in the field behind the Howard Johnson." |
POETRY
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"Among the men is April seen passing
mug after bottle after mug in pants that are black as pianos and an apron that circles her like an equation. The men see that her smile is a warm democracy, that her freckles are a photonegative chart to the stars, that her ears are coliseums, that her collarbones are the low tide, that her hair is an étude..." |
POETRY
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"I saw the marine layer descend,
Rippling with rain and currents; A gray ether fragrant with salt and brine: The harpooned breath of whales, And the submerged pelagic worlds." |
CONTEST WINNER: POETRY
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"This hood that covers, gives the same trouble, the hood has over,
my nose, neck, and stressed shoulders. Boulder sized soldier because boldness in my boney bones is bulging, building compulsion to control composure..." |
POETRY
MEET ME TONIGHT ON METAPHOR STREET - Vivek V. Narayan
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"Meet me tonight on Metaphor Street
past the dead ends of blunt sentences beyond the sordid dark cul-de-sac of peeling plaster and crumbling bricks, in an orchard of fruit and snakes. Meet me tonight on Metaphor Street where the traffic lights are forever yellow—slow down or speed up—and the birds sit, waiting, forever, for you." |
Customized illustrations for all published pieces are provided by Evgenia Barsheva.