The calf wandered down his driveway and Louie, thinking: deer, got his gun. But when the little Jersey emerged from the buzzing haze of spring, Louie lay the gun across his lap, called: Here, Calfie, Calfie, and the calf, Liza-lashed, a starlet on mother-of-pearl hooves, came. Louie had no rope, but you can’t sit forever, … Continue reading Poetry: “Memoir” by Carla Panciera
he looks like he could use a government blanket una manta del gobierno, por favor and hot cocoa and an FBI agent tiki-like by his side reconfortándolo, and some wreckage, but he’s only got why, the wreckage; like a baby weeping dentro del vientre in the womb quiet and still en puro silencio he is … Continue reading Poetry: “man by the deli” by Daniel Aristi
We went to London once a year and, aside from conjugate acts in wayward places, there was one thing she loved doing in that conurbation only, made personal by her novel use of accoutrements (strainer, drip tray, sugar tongs, cozy) and especially how the milk was introduced— smallest possible liquid dollop that pricked the fuscous … Continue reading Poetry: “Tea” by Ken Haas
My parents tell me I was some months old when My first word ticked out: “Clock.” Since then, Two faces Glare back at me In the mirror.