Jan/Feb 2009

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(These are excerpts—click on the titles to view the complete poems)


Special Feature — Word Poems
Poems containing the words brawl, pallid, hollow, and oil.


Two Poems
A friend of mine loathes the hills in the forest.
When he sees one, he always stops and prods it
Grzegorz Wróblewski, translation by Agnieszka Pokojska


Milk Inside
I'm not usually like this,
she says, shifting eyes from mine
Sarah Wetzel-Fishman


My Oh-So-Friendly Alter Ego
His heart was a cavern. But it was cozy in there
Brian Campbell


Closed unlatched doors opened shut perplexed
at the wind's guerrilla attack; shut opened perplexed.
Aruni Kashyap


The Picassos
Women dissolve in their own tears
from a foreground of men.
Alexandra Isacson


Diving in a Shark's Cage
The Great White slammed into my cage,
a truck running a red light
Bob Bradshaw


Two Poems
who would carry around
cases of beer
and look for people to fight
John Grochalski


Night Drive
Ground fog in hollows and along streams
Pulls the unexpected
From the familiar sleeve of night
Cy Dillon


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