Crowds – Steve Ablon

Crowds – Steve Ablon

This is the third and final poem of Steve’s that we will be posting this season. We appreciated his storytelling abilities that were ever-present despite the conciseness of each of his pieces. Enjoy. Oh, and keep an eye out for an announcement we’ll be posting either later today or early tomorrow. You’ll be glad you …

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Mother’s Day, 101 Years

Mother’s Day, 101 Years

Mother’s Day, 101 Years She fumbles with the phone, puts it on speaker, turns up the volume, asks how I am. I wish her Happy Mother’s Day, ask what she is doing, which restaurants, which theater. I tell her how I have always admired her zest for life, her interest in everyone, the details of …

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Rising from His Chair – Steve Ablon

Rising from His Chair – Steve Ablon

Rising from His Chair He will not hold the arm rests, so his body  rocks, a windlass, lifting a few inches   off the chair. He falls back, recovers, pulls  in his breath for strength, fixes his eyes on   painting of the Luxembourg Gardens  on the wall where light below the horizon   reaches to hold back the …

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At the Gates – Seth Jani

At the Gates – Seth Jani

At the Gates The quotidian deaths keep piling  their black ruins into the earth.  Life approaches on hushed feet,  carrying her cage of multicolored birds.  We best make our peace with these mausoleums,  these open houses of the rain.  Rickshaws carry our aging parents  to the gates of the city.  Their eyes are exhausted  by …

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Fireworks – Seth Jani

Fireworks – Seth Jani

Fireworks Another year, and a golden fistful of moon  is dropped over the city, exploding nearby.  Glitter-fish, bodies of disintegrating angels,  and galaxies, like heart-states, rising and falling.  When this life ends, I don’t want to disappear  into the glacial darkness, wavering,  a barely audible hum. Let the change be tectonic.  Rocketing as one would expect   pent-up …

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Storm Cellar – Seth Jani

Storm Cellar – Seth Jani

Storm Cellar This is one of the paradises  that we get to  by opening the blue-flaked door  and entering the earth,  by putting everything on hold  and saying I love you,  even as the battering rams  blow through our houses  and the malevolent rain  drills into the floor,  leaving us to stumble  into a second …

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Telemachus Creek – Seth Jani

Telemachus Creek – Seth Jani

This is the first of four poems by Seth that we’ll be posting over the course of the next few days. Each of them handle different subject matter, but all with similar grace and fluency. Enjoy. Telemachus Creek From every faultline of darkness  a blue dragonfly skirts  the glistening stone.  This is the grace of August  coming to …

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Toffeehouse – L.N. Loch

Toffeehouse – L.N. Loch

This short story of Loch’s was one of our personal favorites this issue. All you’ve got to do is read it to understand. Enjoy. Toffeehouse Our neighbors’ house burned down on a black November evening. I’m not sure what it was that pulled me from sleep, if it was the shouting outside, the choking stench …

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