Issue 144

Summer & Fall 2013

Image from When Walt Whitman Was a Little Girl

Poetry Mark Wagenaar Poetry Mark Wagenaar

Speak, Again

Twice Friar Thomas Byles gave up a spot

in the lifeboats. And so went down with the unsinkable ship

& its confessions: he led a recitation of the rosary

for those kneeling in tuxedos & dresses. The slow slide.

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Fiction Rowan Hisayo Buchanan Fiction Rowan Hisayo Buchanan

Dove Hunters

On our honeymoon, Martin and I stop in Shanghai to visit my father. One afternoon we go to the market. It is not the tourists’ market, there are no shirts proclaiming joy in machine-inked strokes.

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Fiction Susan Daitch Fiction Susan Daitch

A Few Homologous Traits

The Sidetracked Messenger

Rain caught people by surprise, so they turned their collars up, and looked at the ground as they made their way through the downpour. Nobody was paying attention out on the street, until the crash: a car sped through a light that had just turned red, colliding with a messenger on a bike.

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Fiction Alejandro Murguía Fiction Alejandro Murguía

Caracas is not Paris

Caracas is nothing like Paris you said. As if any place could be like Caracas. Cesar Vallejo had also lived in Paris and had died in that massive city of alleys and rancid puddles of human piss stinking up the subways.

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Poetry Kate Braverman Poetry Kate Braverman

Hurricane Warnings

I rush trembling into the jungle

when he calls. I run through

pineapple plantations, plumeria

passion fruit and mangoes

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Poetry Kate Braverman Poetry Kate Braverman

Felony in Yellow

This is a yellow I’d go to hell for

murder and lie for and even marry.

Autumn demands its own geography

archipelagos, rituals and inventions.

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Nonfiction Brian Oliu Nonfiction Brian Oliu

Chris Jericho & How The World Ends

The beauty of this is that we saw it coming: waking up in the morning to reports that the other side of the world has gone black—that the future is here but we can only see where it is not; cloaked in past, all of the lights out.

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Nonfiction Nicole Walker Nonfiction Nicole Walker

An Unkindness of Ravens

“I’m going to kill him,” my husband, Erik, says. This seems like a normal response to finding out someone molested a little kid at the daycare where your son goes every day.

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Fiction Ben Ehrenreich Fiction Ben Ehrenreich

The Dream within the Dream

We had a dream together. Something about a checkpoint. The soldier said please and thank you because you told him that he had to and for some reason he obeyed you and he didn’t even point his gun at us and he was only four feet tall. We felt bad for him.

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Poetry Carolyne Wright Poetry Carolyne Wright

Through Bus Windows: Seattle

We make love on the floor

of your brother's unfurnished guest room,

mornings he walks his postal route.

An apartment complex five blocks

from my parents’ house in View Ridge.

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Poetry Stephen Dunn Poetry Stephen Dunn

A Coldness

I don't know if it's a coldness

or just how the body, overloaded,

tends to shut down,

but as my brother neared death

I felt nothing that resembled grief.

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Poetry Stephen Dunn Poetry Stephen Dunn

The Little Details

The ice-maker in his house is stuck, he says,

a little piece of ice jamming the opening,

and I tell him that the earthquake in Arezzo

was close to where I vacationed last year

when the world was Tuscan and good.

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Fiction Ron Carlson Fiction Ron Carlson

Gray Gumbo

The clay flat at Locomotive Springs on the desolate northern tip of the Great Salt Lake is made of gray gumbo, a clay in which only dog sage will grow, and bitter-leaved weed, which is a dun green and ugly and which no animal can eat.

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Fiction Juan Martinez Fiction Juan Martinez

Domokun in Fremont

Iberia’s mom’s name is the prettiest name. Like don’t even try, don’t even pretend you could find a better name out there. Because you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t even come close.

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