By Don Cummings I haven’t seen Jim since college in—it must be—twenty years; Meryl, nineteen or twenty; Gabe, sixteen; Robyn—Jesus—the same. Jim lives in Burlington, Vermont—the last time I checked. Meryl—Connecticut. Gabe moved, somebody said, to St. Louis from Ann Arbor…. And Robyn’s somewhere—Laguna Hills? Laguna Beach? in Southern California. Burlington’s near the border. Connecticut’s … Continue reading Friends
“Me and Mrs Fisher”
By Laura Potts The world lit its lights and hung pearls in our eyes like trembling moons under darkling stars. The night saw the city asleep and aslope as the land fell away to the left and the right, the sight of the globes in your eyes nightjars in pale pools of light. I … Continue reading “Me and Mrs Fisher”
The Untranslatable: Ré nao
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. A frieze trapping motion of a moment of unrest Which will shape the lives of those who were blessed to be … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Ré nao
