INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Fahredin Shehu
Elisavietta Ritchie
Uvie Gwewhegbe
Jennifer Burd
George Miller
Robert Penick
Laszlo Slomovits
Richard Gartee
Gale Acuff
Stephen Sleboda
Robert Nisbet
Chris Spitters
Silvia Scheibli
Michael Lee Johnson
Alicia Mathias
Alan Britt
Y. Przhebelskaya
Helen Gyigya
Aneek Chatterjee
Alex Ferde
Running Cub
Joanie Freeman
Shutta Crum
Fred Wolven
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Francis Ferde
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Early and Late
after that
first meal together at her parents’
house at
which we all ate a little too much
out of
nervousness her father said to me
let’s
just you and I go out on the porch
and
schmooze while the women clean up
as he led the
way I looked at the mother
daughter
and they looked at each other
and we
all shrugged and I braced myself
for a
repeat of the scene from the Graduate
in which
Mr. McGuire says “plastics” to Ben
until we sat
down and he started telling me
the
failures of his youth and how he had
struggled to overcome them and how he is
still
trying to find the keys to the remaining
sets of
handcuffs his father had locked
all the way up
his forearms including the one
that
sometimes makes him forget to treat
women
right and I felt ashamed for every
condescending thought I’d had about him
and then
he added you’re still young
if it’s not too
late for me — and it’s not —
it’s not
too early for you and with that
he got
up and said let’s go help the ladies
and of
course the mother had known
and
hadn’t touched the dishes
Triolet of the Mirror
Stop, turn
around, don’t burn the mirror!
It has
to be returned one of these days.
How will
you explain such an unforgiven error?
Stop,
turn around, don’t burn the mirror,
now that
there’s only a wild-blind terror
snarling
sharp teeth till the culprit obeys.
Stop,
turn around, don’t burn the mirror!
It has
to be returned one of these days.
Laszlo Slomovits, Ann Arbor, Michigan