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Issue 83
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Tory Adkisson
- Cynthia Atkins
- Simon Anton Niño Diego
Galera Baena - Daniel Barnum
- Nathan Blansett
- Julie E Bloemeke
- Daniel Bourne
- Jo Brachman
- Conor Bracken
- Christopher Citro
- Mary Crow
- Andy Eaton
- Jennifer Franklin
- Janlori Goldman
- Jose Hernandez Diaz
- Alison Hicks
- Michael Homolka
- Rogan Kelly
- Peter Kline
- Rodney Terich Leonard
- Thomas Mampalam
- Laura Marris
- Michael Montlack
- Amanda Moore
- Tanya Muzumdar
- Guimarães / Olsen
- Simon Perchik
- Sarah Perrier
- Megan Pinto
- Deborah Pope
- Denzel Xavier Scott
- Leona Sevick
- José Sotolongo
- Page Hill Starzinger
- Memye Curtis Tucker
- Laura Van Prooyen
- Hilary Varner
- John Sibley Williams
- Stella Wong
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BOOK REVIEW
- Clara Burghelea reviews Word Has It
by Ruth Danon - Kim Jacobs-Beck reviews Civil Bound
by Myung Mi Kim - Lindsay Lusby reviews Eve and All the Wrong Men
by Aviya Kushner - David Rigsbee reviews The Anti-Grief
by Marianne Boruch
- Clara Burghelea reviews Word Has It
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INTERVIEW
- Ruth Danon interviewed by Shauna Gilligan
Issue > Poetry
Sturnus vulgaris
most invasive of the migratory
songbirds / debatably the best at being
shiny / shipped to the US because shake-
speare / escaped new york state to colonize
the hemisphere / common-named
as celestial creature / starlings / wing
feathers that facet / flash like black opal /
I'm full of facts / handy for walking that ancient
farm wall's path / back to your parents' house
out west of paris / where we caught them gathering
mass / over the brassy hayfield / wind given a body /
called / murmuration / some perfect species-
specific word / made to match its action / sounds
exactly as it looks / like its sound looks / swinging
its storm across the sky at dusk / half
an hour before / we saw our flock
form / those local guys / were guzzling vin
de table by the forest's renaissance / aged
entrance / we passed under the mossy archway / the grass
was overgrown / past our ankles / and sunset
suffused red through blue cumulus / ___ through a ___ /
what use is it / to metaphor the sunset / anymore / besides
both of us had to piss / real bad / in the woods
I would have / tugged the zipper of your jeans
down myself / had we been alone / would have
done more / but what use / are all the names
I know for animals / their arcane behavior /
when I can't kiss you / too afraid to
be seen / by those three gatekeepers / in one
version of this scene / which is pure
fantasy / we want them to watch / did you
notice / how much one of them looked
like me / I can't say / I'm reckless enough
to risk / anything but walking close beside
you / while the men stared / at the air
between us / we feigned interest in fading
light / clouds / the birds turned into / the distance
Mansfield Hollow
decades without and no
pulse in my pillow. I thought
I'd given up on singing
bridges back from their states
of desecration. afterimage
of our young laughter: blessed
be the trestle over the knee-
deep river in its night-lit
memory. what spanned
one summer I would have
otherwise died gladly if
not for you having me
keep secret. have I told
you yet? I'm famous
for rarely telling things
really, but then this morning,
the slope of your shoulders
formed along the neighbor's
cedars, clear as miracle.
somewhere in the familiar
shadow of your forest I'm
there before you, undressing
my eye to kiss those
metal tracks that still
wail hoarse as an oracle.