Issue 164

Summer & Fall 2023

Image from The Seafarer

Poetry Richard Siken Poetry Richard Siken

Driveway

My brother flew out because the third wife was dying. I picked him up at
the airport and drove him to the bottom of the driveway, like always. I had
not driven onto the property in several years.

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Heart Valve

Every evening at 5:00 pm, the third wife would raise a bottle of liquor
above her head and yell Ding-dong! It was five o’clock somewhere
and somewhere was here.

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Gun Case

In his head my brother was a little boy, helpless, when he thought of
himself, so he didn’t understand that saying things like I have a black belt
or I unlocked the gun case made him difficult, sometimes, to approach.

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