Dio-genes Abreau/Poetry

What’s jazz got to do with it?  The sun had written the smell of winter on his silent face, while the birds outside his window sang receiving the nightfall;   his room was filled with Miles’s jazz: blues and melancholic music keeping company to his inert thighs, the...

George Nelson Preston/How I Met Pablo Neruda

How I met Pablo Neruda, Celia Cruz, Trinidad Torregrossa and Benny Moré   by George Nelson Preston In my senior year at CCNY I had become deeply interested in the events that were unfolding in Cuba. I joined Fair Play for Cuba. The Fidelistas were ensconced in...

Darren Demaree/Poetry

EMILY AS A DEER HEART   I put my teeth to Emily. I left an identifiable impression there. All crimes committed amidst that mythology will carry my name with them. This season, I hunted so lazily & since I could not take a bite of her with me, I knew that I would...

John L. Stanizzi/Poetry

WALMART The knuckled trailer park rests in topsy repose on a plinth of ledge beside paltry little Windham Airport whose main function is flying people up so they can skydive down, and where every now and then at dusk a Cessna’s vesper whispers across the wide sky...

Alan Britt/Poetry

PLANTING A SEED   (For many people)     In the back room with Van Morrison. In the back room. In the back of the back room with Duckett & Beaz, back somewhere below purple azaleas, on our backs & on the back of a B&O retiree’s gold-plated swan song....