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The Last Letter

The Last Letter

You told me be another and taped her bio to my face—curls alight at every curve. Couldn’t because— my hair split at each end—I’m not. Since then, my bones have chipped to landscapes unknown before. I am writing to ask, do you know there’ll soon be no more elephants? Tusks turned to necklaces. Remember how […]

Ways to Paint a Woman

Ways to Paint a Woman

  Ways to Paint a Woman   after a portrait by Ali-Al Ameri Sometimes only color can speak for the heart. Sometimes you must paint it yellow— listen with the eyes: honeycomb and maize, golden rainflowers. Transform with your softest brush the way Lorca’s bathing girl liquefies into water – half a head in fire, sun […]

Carla Sameth: Where I’m From

Carla Sameth: Where I’m From

  Where I’m From I am from slugs and bumblebees, mildew, Lake Washington, Puget Sound and “the mountain is out.” I am from pick up games (football, baseball, basketball), Peter Collin’s knees mashing my lip split when I rush. I am from classrooms made of portables that fill the playground and rites of passage girl fights, […]

I Do Exist

I Do Exist

      I Do Exist It’s hard to hear my mom talking baby talk. I’d rather go to sleep than think of this. It seems so fast—from craziness of raising a child alone To carrying a diaper bag for my mom. There is no special shower thrown, in which I receive a diaper bag […]

Brother

Brother

  Brother by Thelma T. Reyna        The seventh time almost worked. Officer Bo Velez hovered in the hallway, poking his large, shaved head into the trauma room whenever nurses turned their backs. They knew him and didn’t kick him out, but they hated cops hanging around after they’d brought in their trauma victim. And […]

Thanks for Coming In

Thanks for Coming In

      Thanks for Coming In We just want to talk about your excursion on the 27th. Sunday before last.  Isn’t that right?  You wore that thrift store sombrero.  Move a little closer to the machine, please. There’s nothing to be afraid of.  Excursions are allowed. It isn’t as if you tried to escape.  […]

Foal

Foal

    Foal after reading “Fugue for Other Hands” by Joseph Fasano In your next life you will be birthed in needles of hoarfrost, your eyes still in the blue gauze between this world and the next and I will kneel so close you will smell the hot iron waiting to singe your skin. You’ll […]

More Aymar Family Poems

More Aymar Family Poems

I Shall Make Poems by Carol Armstrong I shall make poems long after I’ve forgotten my middle name, what cinnamon is for or why the unfamiliar place I sleep is not the home of my childhood The words will seem at first enigmatic and oracular, then untranslatable, unintelligible. They will abandon agreed-upon usage, assume an […]

The Aymars: “Spring” & “The New Face of Old Age”

The Aymars: “Spring” & “The New Face of Old Age”

Geoff Aymar is a fellow Connecticut transplant. He’s an exemplary jazz musician, and not the only family member bursting with creative talent. To begin with, his grandfather Gordon C. Aymar is a 1914 Yale graduate, avid sailor, photographer, portraitist, author, art editor for Harper’s Weekly and Vanity Fair, and a poet…   Spring by Gordon C. Aymar, April […]

The Tooth Fairy

The Tooth Fairy

    The Tooth Fairy I pictured a figure somewhere between Tinker Bell and Dopey, wafting down through slumberland to collect, for some uncanny reason, my latest molar, placed with care between sheet and pillow, where, in the morning, I’d find another shiny dime. The fairy hailed, I felt, from the box-top capital, Battle Creek, […]

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