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from Chronicle of a Decade

translated by Olga Broumas and T. Begley Whether you have written poems or not isn’t as important as whether you have suffered, been impassioned, longed for what leads, by hook or by crook, to Poetry. The wind of life hits you before its material body, as the aroma of a woman before her actual presence….

Madonna

She comes out in a white suit of stovepipe pants and short tight jacket and, under the jacket, dark lingerie. She has the habit of throwing her head back and laughing, revealing the split at her two front teeth. Her lips are cherry red and her hair white (for now) and she makes, together with…

Contributors’ Notes

MASTHEAD Coordinating Editor for This Issue Carolyn Forché Executive Director DeWitt Henry Managing Editor / Associate Fiction Editor Don Lee Associate Poetry Editor Joyce Peseroff Assistant Fiction Editors Don Lee and Debra Spark Office Manager Renee Rooks Founding Publisher Peter O'Malley Staff Assistant: Jacqueline Fulmer. Editorial Intern: Stephen Burt. Typesetting: Gian Lombardo and InText Publishing…

Contributors’ Notes

MASTHEAD Coordinating Editor for This Issue M. L. Rosenthal Executive Director DeWitt Henry Managing Editor / Associate Fiction Editor Don Lee Poetry Editor for This Issue Jennifer Rose Associate Poetry Editor Joyce Peseroff Assistant Editor David Daniel Editorial Assistant Jessica Dineen Founding Publisher Peter O'Malley Staff: Kevin Supples and Michael Rainho. Editorial Interns: Margaret Bezucha,…

Craving

They were in a bar far from home when she realized he was falling to pieces. That's what she'd thought: Why, he's falling to pieces. The place was called Gary's. "Honey," he said. He took the napkin from his lap and dipped it in his gin. He leaned toward her and started wiping her face,…

When All the Walls Are Down

At this point in the development of “When All the Walls Are Down,” the poem and I have brought each other as far as we can go. From now on, I suspect, revision will mainly involve aeration. Without it the poem would be, as my Eve says of Adam, “plunged into his talk's / spring-tide”…

Contributors’ Notes

MASTHEAD Coordinating Editor for This Issue M. L. Rosenthal Executive Director DeWitt Henry Managing Editor / Associate Fiction Editor Don Lee Poetry Editor for This Issue Jennifer Rose Associate Poetry Editor Joyce Peseroff Assistant Editor David Daniel Editorial Assistant Jessica Dineen Founding Publisher Peter O'Malley Staff: Kevin Supples and Margaret Bezucha. Editorial Interns: Sandra McLeod…

Breva

Karen pushed away from the edge of the desk. She should have brought a poster along to give her eyes some hold on the blank wall-a favorite painting, or that eleven-by-fourteen frame with different size cutouts in the mat, oval and square and rectangular openings, her daughter gazing through them at different stages of her…

from Mandala: In the Beginning

These poems and translations are part of a collaboration with the painter/monotypist Galen Garwood, with whom I collaborated on the book Passport (Broken Moon Press, 1989). Neither the poems nor the abstract images will function as “illustration,” but will interlock, exploring the fundamental wisdom-teaching rooted in the ideas of the great Northwest painter Morris Graves,…