Issue 156

Summer & Fall 2019

Image from I have a Secret Crush on Everyone in the World

Poetry Sandra McPherson Poetry Sandra McPherson

Choro for a Father Dancing

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
—Theodore Roethke, “My Papa’s Waltz”

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Poetry Marlin M. Jenkins Poetry Marlin M. Jenkins

from

after Ada Limón


i come from the blood that drips from the thumb

cut on the opening of a beer can

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Poetry Zeina Hashem Beck Poetry Zeina Hashem Beck

Ode to Babel نشيد الانتظار

الطّابق الأرضيّ لمن يؤمن بالحدائق

والطّابق السّادس للتّسوّق

.والطّابق السّابع للّذين يرمون بأنفسهم

On every floor, someone waits.

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Poetry Zeina Hashem Beck Poetry Zeina Hashem Beck

Ode to Disappointment

Today, you are determined

to know about the soul. You decide you’ll go

to an afternoon workshop in a bookstore with windows.

At the coffee shop, your daughters play XO

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Poetry Rage Hezekiah Poetry Rage Hezekiah

Altar

First the smell, then the ribs
fetid at the edges of the dark water.

Rotted, open, I visit each day,
monitor the slow decay, think deer,

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Poetry G.C. Waldrep Poetry G.C. Waldrep

The Labyrinth

to René Char

I wake in the morning to the war
which is not your war.
My enemies assemble on the dais
so that I may count them.
Then we share a meal together.

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Poetry Vénus Khoury-Ghata Poetry Vénus Khoury-Ghata

from THE WATER PEOPLE

Translated from the French by Marilyn Hacker

Weep as if the river had entered you
say the water people
and leave your voice behind to listen better when it rains

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Poetry Dan Beachy-Quick Poetry Dan Beachy-Quick

Canto

who planted the seed in the page that the flower

who sowed in the blank furrow the seed

that the flower’s green stem in black ink

[God’s calligraphy???]

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Poetry Matthew Nienow Poetry Matthew Nienow

The Next World

What story can I tell you to earn

a place around this fire? I helped

build the fence that kept them out,

but once I was one of them. Once

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Poetry Benjamín Naka-Hasebe Kingsley Poetry Benjamín Naka-Hasebe Kingsley

Split the Lark & You Will Find the Music

In the spring of my first leaving an Onondaga longhouse

two men struggled to kill themselves what little was left

of their souls whipsawed ringside & res-sanctioned lights

blistered a mixed crowd all of it just another town scraped

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