Issue 157

Winter & Spring 2020

Image from Unearthing I, II, III

Fiction Delaney Nolan Fiction Delaney Nolan

Red Star

First the bowling alley, ablaze in its queer mechanical light; then the parking lot and the strip mall sidewalk, the road, the cars, the slick puddles under cars. All of this she recalled later, at the police station.

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Poetry Rohan Chhetri Poetry Rohan Chhetri

Father, Farther: 1986

“feed him the land, that is what they’re fighting for…”

Evening raid on a day I don’t exist yet
It is hot as a crucible my grandfather dragged
out of the house arrested for possessing

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Poetry Angela Jackson Poetry Angela Jackson

Bellwether

She sits at the kitchen table and looks right

Out the kitchen window at the tree moving.

Branches, leaves moving. That’s how she knows

What kind of day it is. The tree tells wind,

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Poetry Angela Jackson Poetry Angela Jackson

Providence

Life was eternal on that Black block.

On the corner stood the steeple of our church.

The taste of life lingers like grape gum.

I braved the street car lined avenue for the store.

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Poetry Ed Roberson Poetry Ed Roberson

How

how I'd go to write the next word I'd figured out

and the tablet wasn't there

and I'd have to hold the word and stagger

room to room to find what I was working on

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Poetry Ed Roberson Poetry Ed Roberson

Night Voice

the ceiling closes.
tightening circle—

ice forming on a pond.
once it can be walked day breaks

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Poetry Anzhelina Polonskaya Poetry Anzhelina Polonskaya

You told me that my home is gone

Translated from Russian by Andrew Watchel

You told me that my home is gone.
Recollections.
Who’ll kill the messenger of memory?
Who’ll rip away the mask of the past?

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