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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Like it's reader
it needed to come off the shelf,
lose the polish and tight spine,
open up
and let nature
toss, sunkiss and break it to a fade.
This beach book
is oil-stained and sun-bleached.
It holds sand within it's creases
and a peach print on page ten.
It's bottom edges are warped and wavy
from a wet belly table.
A string of seaweed marks the page.
Plump and creased,
it has more character now
than when newly bought.
YODELERS
The yodelers looked silly
on the Vermont mountain
with their too tight shorts
and suspenders.
Grown men in embroidered, felted hats
and anklet socks.
But as their voice took hold
they were as masculine as a Titan God
and as light as a hawk soaring.
The sounds dipped,
spun, fluttered
and rose to new octaves.
The listeners swallowed
as the singers opened their throats
and turned Green Mountains into
Swiss Alps.
Diane Giardi, Gloucester, Massachusetts