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

Holly Day

M. J. Iuppa
John Grochalski
Catherine O'Brien
Joe Milford
Byron Matthews
Joseph Murphy
Dike Okoro

Steve Barfield

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LOVE POEM FOR A RAINY NIGHT


The storm has scuttled off, and evening boasts
hoarded light--a plumpsom swath of rose
against sloe-berried blue.  And later still,
an insolent moon.  Ruddy-faced and drunk
on moss wine, it whispers your name--
one sinner to another.



HER EASTER FINERY
             For Angie


She flounces from the playground.  Her beflowered hat is aslant--tethered by an elastic strap and a tangle of dark hair.  Her lacy tights are ripped.  Mud graces one thin forearm.  My sister rolls her eyes and relinquishes the white gloves she'd "saved" for her daughter's return.  Daintily, the child pulls them on and approaches--followed by a tail of dotted Swiss.  A hem, no doubt, ripped by the grasp of the old iron slide.  She lifts her chin, extends one tiny pointed foot and asks, "Do you like my Easter dress?"



KINGFISHER FLEDGLING


Oh, squalling child, hush!
And just look at your feathers.
Disheveled, hungry,
           and screaming from the dune's face--
           a toddling terror with wings.



THE GIFT


Brown
slip of boy
come
bringing me
that fistful
of sticks.

Catkins--
in first blush.

 

Shutta Crum, Ann Arbor