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Girl Not. Man? No.

Girl Not. Man? No.
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    Girl Not. Man? No by Nicole Stranz Yes, I found your crumbs and followed them to the sour milk cave. At least I think your dried toast was meant for me. But I have to tell you that I can only take so much. You see I’ve given up the assuming game. Turns […]

Welcome to the Drought

Welcome to the Drought

Although the condominium I used to share with my Eventual Ex is located in the urban heart of Old Pasadena, the grounds resembling a set from “The Secret Garden.” Behind the gates, like a seascape sculpted for a Rose Parade float, are pastel dunes of blossoms, a clock tower, fountains, and streams that course over […]

“Alterations | Thread Light Through Eye of Storm”

“Alterations | Thread Light Through Eye of Storm”

                ~~~     ~~~     ~~~   Gerda Govine Ituarte published her second collection of poems, “Alterations | Thread Light Through Eye of Storm,” March 2015, with art work by her husband Luis Ituarte. Red City Review gave “Alterations” five stars… Ituarte is clearly a seasoned […]

In Buzios

In Buzios

              No hay tristeza en Buzios Could it be true Only well scrubbed well loved some say spoiled delicious open affectionate doted over darling happy children A girl walks over Orlo Bardot (named after none other than…) with a shy velvety grey kitten already taken care of while In […]

Limits

Limits

Limits by Percival Everett In the darkness that is our room, I search. Not for you, for you are sleeping, breathing that sleep breath, Exhaling through that small aperture, good for playing the flute. I search for a darkness within the darkness, Where darkness is pure, Stygian, pure like babies crying And the sound of […]

My Full Moon in September

My Full Moon in September

My Full Moon in September ~ after Clair de lune by Claude Debussy by Maja Trochimczyk   An orchestra of crickets slices through the night of a full moon and shadows piercing my white garden. I look at the contours of clouds outlined in indigo sky, black pine branches stretching upwards as the clouds flow […]

While the Sun Is Low and Golden

While the Sun Is Low and Golden

While the Sun Is Low and Golden by Tim Callahan   While the sun is yet low and golden in the western sky let us call to mind those we have lost to the ever onrushing pall of darkness. We hope they have gone into mystery, not oblivion. Some tell us they’ve risen to glory […]

Another Park Poem

Another Park Poem

there really is a mother goose I couldn’t find her the ant lion is not an ant settles in the hole and waits for the ants to fall in did you try to carve the bark leave a heart these trees withstand wind and fire you told me this park was dangerous that tree is […]

Scribblings 41: Welcome to the Langham!

Scribblings 41: Welcome to the Langham!

Once upon a time, troublesome pre-teens were sent off to the convent. In the summer of 1967, my parents sent me off to my grandparents. This is more than likely a move that my mother – perpetually lamenting my “weirdness” – regrets to this day. For starters, it was my grandparents who introduced me to […]

Cities

Cities

Cities by William Archila   From the cabin, horse-face Hector, trucker from San Julian, shakes his head in laughter, tells us to get back to work; we load Coca-Cola crates from the truck bed, exhaust buildup clogged in our throats, the iron plate of the midday sun pressing down on our backs, and Paco, with […]

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