INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Lyn Lifshin
Richard Kostelanetz
Karyn M. Bruce
Duane Locke
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Laszlo Slomovits
Kufre Udeme
Michael Lewis-Beck
A. J. Huffman
Nugent Karhu
Fred Wolven
Shutta Crum
Fatmir Terziu
Steven Gulvezan
Kyle Hemmings
Adeeko Ibukun
Chris Cialdella
Paul B. Roth
Fahredin Shehu
Chris Lord
Dike Okoro
Jennifer Burd
Alisa Velaj
Joanie Freeman
Jeton Kelmendi
Richard Luftig
Dzekashu MacViban
Mike Berger
Al Ortolani
Ndue Ukaj
Alan Britt
Jennifer Burd &
Laszlo Slomovits
Diane Giardi
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She kept The Little Man in the basement,
where there were no flying insects, no rusty hopes.
Fed him cold tuna, moon cakes, and boluses of dear liquid love--
turned him into an addict fearing darkness. She had murdered
the wife who did not love him, a woman made from mold,
the detritus from ruined trains. One simple blow, a snap of the neck.
In the hard belly of the city, he would be held as a suspect,
would be tortured by blind detectives with course hands.
Holding him, she said she felt his heart grow bigger,
so much bigger, joked that she could barely fit it into her pinata.
After she left, promising to return, he closed his eyes.
She remained so bright.
Kyle Hemmings, Westfield, New Jersey