Cooking with Love

J. Simon Harris   The smell of garlic, rosemary and thyme, the steam rising out from the boiling crock, the bubbling sauce, the rhythmic chopping knife, the chicken sizzling in the shallow pot. A breeze from the window blows across our hot wet brows, and we both...

Actaeon

Greg Sendi   As with shadows and reflections, so with portraits; they are often believed to contain the soul of the person portrayed. People who hold this belief are naturally loth to have their likenesses taken; for if the portrait is the soul, or at least a...

Bleeding Before the Draw

Devin Hamilton   Turn the music up as the car runs underneath the tunnel. Can you stay there Forever? The sunlight blinds when you emerge Birds fly off of a bridge, tackling 7:30 baby Blue sky Only Catholics awake this early Sunday And then there is us A pair of...

Tercets | Terse Set

Susan Gillis   I was publicly accused of spitting on a lily, transforming it to a pomegranate. I was accused of living in a crumbling near-ruin occupied by squatters. I was held to be deliberately wakeful, anxious, obstreperous and sad. I was admonished for...

Self-Portrait as a Persimmon in Snow

Carol Berg   Why not grow here in this nettle tree nestled in this wintry air, dusted with snow. I appear strange to you, aglow in orange. Although the world breathes out its gray breath. Why not see the tree holding me as carefully as its leaf in Spring, the...

(Special Affair)

Julián David Bañuelos   Take this shot of tequila & let’s play in the dark where we can hide our faces & our hides— You already knew that huh? This is a curse casted without a spell. My name backwards in your mouth is noon & level, nice &...