INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Gerald Clark
Lyn Lifshin
Paul B. Roth
Ndue Ukaj
Anne Babson
Laszlo Slomovits
Qinqin Huang
Duane Locke
Adhar Maheshwari
Shutta Crum
Odimegwu Onwumere
Anthony Seidman
Chris Lord
Running Cub
Amit Parmessur
John F. Buckley &
Martin Otto
Joanie Freeman
Alan Britt
Jennifer Burd &
Laszlo Slomovits
Sonnet Mondal
Karyn M. Bruce
John Tustin
Jennifer Burd
Michael Gessner &
Daniel Davis
Martin Camps &
Anthony Seidman
Fred Wolven
M. J. Iuppa
John Grochalski
Catherine O'Brien
Joe Milford
Byron Matthews
Joseph Murphy
Dike Okoro
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Fred Wolven
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See little kitty staring out the window,
infinity reduced to a speak in its eye.
There are only two things in the universe:
The cat and the not cat.
Without the cat, the not cat is not.
I am an object in the not cat.
Without the cat, I lose my meaning.
In this relative universe, I cease to exist.
And so do you. Our existence removed
from one universe, which vanishes itself.
So feed the cat, good sir,
Give kitty the milk
Give kitty the milk
Give kitty the milk.
SHE WALKS
She walks.
To a pulse
that is so familiar,
so primal.
She walks
till she becomes
smaller, and smaller and smaller...
Just a distant dot
where the sky dissolves
into the earth.
The world is round
I tell myself
The world is round
The world is round
Further away
is closer.
And I sit
Still, alone,
waiting.
Adhar Maheshwari, New Delhi, India