INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Silvia Scheibli
'Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Paul B. Roth
Umm-e-Aiman Vejlani
Lyn Lifshin
Laszlo Slomovits
Naim Kelmendi
Richard Kostelanetz
Anton Gojcaj
Duane Locke
Jennifer Burd
David Ishaya Osu
Steve Barfield
Miguel A Bernao Burrieza
Richard Gartee
Violeta Allmuca
Alan Britt
Fred Wolven
Ilire Zajmi
Running Cub
Donal Mahoney
Fahredin Shehu
Peter Tase
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortolani
Alex Ferde
Anton Frost
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Lazlo Slomovits & Jennifer Burd
Karyn M. Bruce
A. J. Huffman
Michael D. Long
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DRIVING TO THE HOSPITAL
It rained this morning
on our way to the hospital.
The wiper blades
moved back-and-forth
leaving streaked arcs
across the windshield.
As we turned right at the light
onto Havana from Alameda,
she lowered the volume
on the radio and said:
We either go after it hard
or cancer kills me.
I can’t afford to be afraid,
it’s too expensive.
I agreed then asked
if she remembered
our phone conversation
while I was in Thailand
when she told me: “With
every day we’re given,
“we’re given another chance
to change
“the rest of our lives
forever.”
No, she said, I don’t
remember saying that.
But, I’m glad
you’re home.
WALKING
The wind carried the laughter
of invisible children
playing in the neighborhood
next door to the field
where my dog galloped around in circles
like she was herding sheep
while I walked along
singing a prayer and wondering
what little furry buds bursting open
on the branch of a pussy willow
would sound like
before I stopped to watch
a baby Garter snake
slither across the dirt path
it had a gray and tan
checkerboard pattern
between the white stripes
down the sides of its body
the two tips of its tongue were dark
like a fountain pen point
dipped in black or blue liquid ink
I spent the rest of our walk
listening to my footsteps
Nahshon Cook,
formerly Bangkok, Thailand
Now Denver, Colorado