Poetry: Lane Falcon

Twelve Turns 1. “What do you want to do with me?” While slicing an eggplant, phone clamped to my ear: “What you’ll let me.” In a parking lot, in a cone of orange light: “Anything.” 2. Each night he leaves…

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Poetry: Shane Book

SECURITY OF THE FIRST WORLD This place I have not been. But alone. Other possibilities perhaps and even if I am of two sliding partitions: the trees’ spacing, tidal flats punctured by tubular posts, children—I cannot arrive at such days,

Poetry: Rob Wilson

from Holy Red River, Flow Without exchanging words we reached a place where a narrow stream came gushing from the woods (its reddish water still runs fear through me!)… — Dante, Canto XIV, Inferno The other shore is right here,…