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  • Brief Candle

            The funicular, effortless     as a toy, glides humming to a stop halfway uphill. Teeming with tourists, the steps     break halfway again at a terrace where we pause to catch our breath, and half of Paris—         though today, in the August haze,     the view from Montmartre is just the odd tin…

  • Waiting for a Bicycle

    It was July and the peaches were green a man born in the year of the chicken with no knack for wealth or common knowledge lowered the box full of green peaches for a girl to see a girl at the front gate turning eight and waiting for a thing of wheels this is where…

  • A Charade

    A piece of paper Which appeared to be blank But on which we see Writing had faded. “My first is of the Possessive of those Given to possession. And my last, the finality Of that proposition. In entirety I give That which in three worlds doth live. Ungainly in the two; In all, long-legged beauty,…

  • Raccoon

    With his two hands     covering his two eyes         he prays in the middle of the road over the clump of fur and bone     that was himself.         He looks like my old zayde in the synagogue     two decades ago         ashamed for his poverty. Comedian of the hard frost,     deft…

  • Contributors’ Notes

    MASTHEAD Guest Editors Howard Norman & Jane Shore Editor Don Lee Poetry Editor David Daniel Associate Editor Susan Conley Assistant Fiction Editor Maryanne O'Hara Founding Editor DeWitt Henry Founding Publisher Peter O'Malley Editorial Assistants: Darla Bruno, Gregg Rosenblum, and Tom Herd. Poetry Readers: Paul Berg, Brian Scales, Michael Henry, Renee Rooks, Charlotte Pence, R. J….

  • Antonia of Clarity and Seashells

    Antonia’s midwifed for centuries turning bloody breeches to the ripening light. Their heads wash up to the sun. Light’s trapped here, and the shore’s decor is silky and pink-veined. Trumpets, periwinkles, cockles, gorgeous mouths of pain. And babies roll deliciously on this packed-down beach. Once she ground her luminescent stones with herbs—charms for new pain….