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ISSUE 24

  • K. Lorraine Kiidumae

    K. Lorraine Kiidumae

     

    Another August

     “…And let’s go off sailing, my dear, with our spirits intertwined. Your body is just an old sandbar in a speeding hourglass of time.”   From “I Am Full of Love Tonight” by Hafiz

     

    There … Read the whole text

  • Mark Jacobs

    Mark Jacobs

    Wild Turkey

    Climbing the outside steps to Glynda’s apartment, Mick Garrity felt the gravity of experience slowing his step. The sky was spitting wet snow at him, paying him back for some screw up he could not put his finger … Read the whole text

  • Barbara Mhangami-Ruwende

    Barbara Mhangami-Ruwende

     

    Losses    

    The first time he made love to me, I was fifteen and Simon was eighteen. He visited me in Nkayi a few times before he introduced me to his uncle Mabhena and his family. Mabhena had … Read the whole text

  • Jonathan B. Ferrini

    Jonathan B. Ferrini

     
     Stars above Detroit  

    It was a cold and snowy December when I was handed the address of a “crack house” in one of the deserted and boarded up Detroit neighborhoods once inhabited by happy families whose source of livelihood … Read the whole text

  • Liane Gabora

    Liane Gabora

     

    The Dragonfly Lure 

    Marcus took modest pride in the fact that his face looked like that of a mole rat. It was a face that only a mother could love, but truth be told, even his mother found it … Read the whole text

  • John Tavares

    John Tavares

     

    Blood Gold 

    “I can’t believe that bus driver—accusing you of stepping in front of the bus like you’re trying to commit suicide. I should have punched him out.”

    Shauna looked away, closing her eyes in shame. “You were so … Read the whole text

  • William Waters

    William Waters

     

    Song: We Get by Giving

    We get by giving
    and in getting, give again

    but HOW

    give his hand
    my clit

    and still

    keep it
    as my own;

    how love
    when loving means I lose

    certainty

    that sleepy peace … Read the whole text

  • Arman Kazemi

    Arman Kazemi

     

    Polka Dots 

    When we met two sparks perched above Aries
    winking eyes at creation and time.
    We called them Maman and Baba and tied
    our name in water until we became . ماهی

    Before them mother whose tongue spun … Read the whole text

  • Literary Images

    Literary Images

     
    At The University of The Bahamas’ English Studies Department’s 3rd Blue Flamingo Literary Festival, The Bahamas. … Read the whole text

  • George Elliott Clarke

    George Elliott Clarke

     

    Poetry Reviews and Blurbs

    On Bruce Meyer’s Unobtrusive Excellence

    Anglo-Canadian poetry is, practically by definition, the work of the über-literate, the over-educated, the extraordinarily degreed and/or extra-doctorated, of the royally highest & most majestic I.Q.’d, those who are Mensa … Read the whole text

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