September 2023


In this issue

Contents

Poetry

Rail Savari, 1966

The train crosses a bridge. I toss a coin through the window and see it twirling with silvery flashes of light toward the river below.

Eating kiwis, though mildly allergic, and sleeping with people who lie to you

Inside desire goes to seed—sweet fleshy folds that dawn fruit—fecund, pink, and dew that glistens, granatis—a rose nests in a lotus—

I’m so Small and then You Start to Sway

The fish hook lodged in my brain probes its freakish proximity with the harpoon throbbing behind my sternum. Raspberry

& what I meant when I asked about time travel:

I mean this to say: my sons will not put their hands on people who have not asked for their hands—like in a community pool when a girl is fourteen and had not seen this boy since 6th grade;

The Pulp Fiction Of Alphonso The Mango

Bred in the wild wild tropicanas outcropper from fecund alleys of hortigunculturists Hit the road jackfruit and don’t call me pumpkin he says spitting nectar on the Konkan

Skinny Dipping

This was in the late morning, Sun. You threw down the heat there too. We took the cloud of blackbirds as a sign and got moving, but Colleen didn’t like the quiet.

Flowers for Plath

What’s this book about? she always asks, and I read her my favorite part with the fig tree, the fruit

Mysteries of Egg

I finally relented and placed one on a tea towel next to my pillow. It made a startled little snore.