Issue 164

Summer & Fall 2023

Image from The Seafarer

Poetry John Pijewski Poetry John Pijewski

Durak

Our father taught us his favorite card game
from his Nazi labor camp. Durak (You Fool!)—

the final game played on poker night.
He dealt five cards to himself, to my brother

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Gifts

My father fixed my broken chair
with a single shot of vodka,

built a bicycle from cigarette butts,
a couch from shattered bricks.

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Shirts and Trousers

The day my father died, his favorite flannel shirt
held my mother’s hand, listened to her waterfall

of memories. His trousers tidied the bedroom
and the rest of the house. My father’s shoes were

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