Pietro Grieco The new book of Stephen Hawking and Leonard Mlodinow, The Great Design, try to answer, with some sense of humor, the most…
Pietro Grieco To begin with the tabula rasa: We start on the year sweeping Our living room as if all the residues And fireworks’…
Pietro Grieco When he shines shoes, speaks and gestures watermarks in the air, it is habitual that his hands resemble dreams of dreams unfulfilled–…
Pietro Grieco Throughout my eucalyptus woods countless nights, tornados, seasons and years I never knew went away. I like to go there in…
Pietro Grieco Sweet born the tremolo from a wooden guitar Flying with the birds among faithful tall pines a Saturday morning filtered rays…
Pietro Grieco ¿Qué sucede en este mundo? Las abejas están desapareciendo Del aire de la primavera. Los pájaros con el corazón Quebrado…
Pietro Grieco Evocating a photo of Tiananmen Square, An young teen-aged American girl faces a bulldozer Sent to destroy homes and hopes Of Palestinian…
Pietro Grieco Golden letters engraved in wood tell travelers they have reached the end of the Pan-American Highway. A tranquil landmark lucid as the…
A E Baer Let the night move like it should, To a dead waltz, a bone waltz, Without all the echo of old color…
Karen Douglass We don’t go alone, but the sidewalk is too narrow for us to go abreast. No one persona will walk single file. …
Karen Douglass From the old farmstead twice cursed by fire I took away one board, a sour, awkward souvenir of Gram, who died…
Karen Douglass BP owes us each an egret, a marsh, a sea turtle, fried shrimp, and an oyster po’boy. It owes us tuition for…
Thomas Fleming The year was 1951 and war was rumbling up and down the peninsula of Korea. Desperate for cannon fodder, the…
Chauncey Mabe The image of Vladimir Nabokov as a kooky butterfly collector, skipping through America’s woods and meadows holding a net aloft, takes a…
Leila A. Fortier The Spill of Exiled words Are passed discreetly Like dirty little secrets in Brown paper bags~ Disguising Hidden…
Chauncey Mabe Two of the world’s greatest living writers, both still creating significant work past the age of 80, have been…
AE Baer Home is the road where I’m just another face on a long crawl to somewhere. Like the stranger. The stranger…
Lêdo Ivo Translation by Alexis Levitin A CARGA Uma rua me conduzia até o porto. E eu era a rua com as…
Lêdo Ivo Translation by Alexis Levitin A PONTE Para que pudéssemos atravessar o rio cheio de pedras alguém,…
Tamim al- Barghouti My life is a gift Given to me On my zero birthday. Today I pulled out the ribbon,…
Rochelle Cashdan From the bed, between sounds and their sense, torso rises. Legs hang from the flowered edge, breasts float from their column….
Rochelle Cashdan Traducción de Pedro Serrano y Rochelle Cashdan Otro día caluroso. Nos quedamos adentro. Dormitabamos. Ella estaba molesta, pronta a ignorarme o explotar….
Walter Cummins Deep into an endless mountain tunnel, the rail carriage lights flickered and died into total darkness. Marina could feel Ellis’s fingers…
Lennox Raphael We made love standing in the blue Caribbean Haitian sea – she came to bed in the dark and, for hours, we…
Walter Cummins When I turned to the New York Times obituary page on September 3, 2010 and saw Vance Bourjaily’s name spread across the top,…
Gabimar de Graaf translation by Gabimar de Graaf and Rochelle Cashdan Aquí, tumbas ambulantes De mujeres que antes De morir no existieron. …
R.A. Rycraft I know that look, the look of tragic self-imposed isolation. Guercino’s brush imagined you – chastened by sin not haunted by…
Vanna Le The New Yorker Book Bench Thomas E. Kennedy’s “Falling Sideways” burrows itself deep into the world of budget shortfalls. As liberated and…
Wheatmark Press REVIEWED BY DUFF BRENNA The title story gives us the self-absorbed universe of Adam analyzing what we might call a Freudian life….
James Brown My obsession for muscle comes to an abrupt and sudden end along a narrow, two-lane mountain highway. This is the…
Robert Olmstead As I was reading James Brown’s new book, This River, I thought, I did not know anybody wrote like this anymore. At…
David Memmott’s Prime Time is a work that imagines a world so completely absorbed in science, so smothered in technology, that the boundaries of…
Leslie What The terriers were a barking alarm clock that wouldn’t shut off. Another Saturday ruined. “Sorry,” Letty said….
An Excerpt from the Novel George Bush Buys Coke in Mid-Eternity by Liam MacSheoinin The advert read a 1976 vair colored BMW in…
MY LITERARY PROFILE, A MEMOIR by Helene Pilibosian Living with parents who were survivors of the Armenian Genocide, author Helene Pilibosian studies in…
In the maze of underground corridors, nothing was denied him. Doors and gates opened with the wave of his hand. Cameras recorded his passing, never…
Goro Takano [Verse 1] A brand-new tooth was born in my mouth at age 44. The dentist said, “Welcome to a land of…
Erica Settino Born to a family of Armenian descent on December 17, 1931 in Racine, Wisconsin, David Kherdian has established himself amongst the…
Goro Takano A stranger comes to me and asks me on his knees: “Tie me up, mister, NOW”…
Peycho Kanev Един поет в Чикаго Този град е страховит и прекрасен! Неговото бляскаво езеро с белите яхти, чайки и чапли, полюшващи се…
Peycho Kanev Необяснимо Пия уиски от тенекиена кутия – това звучи доста, като някакъв блус, но нека ви разкажа всичко останало. Тази кутия е…
Kristen Scott my Curlew is flying east chasing daybreak white sands, shifting over easiness like kite and tale, I hunger to untie…
Sam Hamod “Everyday, everyday, everydaayyy I got the blues, talking of bad luck and sorrow Well you know I had my share…” – Joe Williams…
(Serving House Books, $10) Reviewed by R.A. Rycraft This anthology, like the woman in the photograph that inspired it, is both multifaceted and…
(Serving House Books, $12). Reviewed by R.A. Rycraft In a world that seems filled with the willfully ignorant and depressingly unreflective, it is…
(The University of South Carolina Press, $24.95). Reviewed by R.A. Rycraft This eclectic collection of essays illustrates what every writer and teacher of…
Line-Maria Lång Translated from Danish by Thomas E. Kennedy There is a sea by a river where only female plants grow. The girl…
Philip Henderson When I returned to my dorm that night, I discovered that I’d locked myself out; my keys were still inside my dorm….