November 2017
In this issue
Contents
Poetry
Linger
You linger on, Like the scent of a favorite perfume in the rain. I used to try and forget about you, But now all I..
The Soul Of This Poem Is My Blood Sugar, Or Eating In The Small Room
for John Cassavetes Tippi Hedren would be more nonplussed than me, or you—I can’t remember who is who—but she’s playing herself, hosting Dinner and..
Last Smoke
When the crickets have slowed to a crawl, the evening having lost its heat at last, when the neighbors’ houses turn chiaroscuro as you take..