Contributed By: David R. Slavitt
In Prisov, not far from Košice, a shul
or rather an exhibit of itself
restored, except of course for its congregation,
is open for tourists to visit and inspect.
On a wall are photographs of what it looked like
when the Nazis stabled horses in its wreck,
which is just how they should have left it, a shambles,
to suggest some of the truth of what happened there.
Return to table of contents for Issue 8 Summer 2014.
I’ll remember you too clearly . . . There was the college room of it: a fishnet on the walls and ceiling above a single bed. A turntable on bookshelves of stacked cinderblock and pine…
Among the rich, anger’s no rarity: hatred comes cheaper than charity. Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram: odisse quam donare vilius constat. Return to table of contents for Issue 12 Winter 2018.
“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark. He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark. Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram, fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit. Return to table…
Rome lauds, loves, and sings my little books. I am in every pocket, every hand. Behold: she blushes, pales, dazes, yawns, looks sick. That’s what I want! Now I’m my own fan. Laudat,…
A teenage girl in too-high heels stamps past a line of cars. Held by a stop sign, drivers wait for her patent leather daggers to pass. Her stagger begins to slow: she knows they cannot go until she’s gone. She idles in the crosswalk, stages herself before the cars in a half-deserted plea to be […]
I bought This dress, thinking Finally I’m sure, if not Of who, at least of what I am. I sashayed (sort of) around The boardwalk in it, beside VA beach, And I’m sure you’ve Never seen so many navy boys, Waves of them, blooming Out of the silk-white suits, nearly Blotting out the waves— Now […]
Day is a cooling ember. Before it gets dark as the well that engulfs the sun and retains its water, I will describe fractals with my finger over the ashy skin of dusk. Seashells swept away at night damp like an evaporated sea, like an opaque spill on a blue tablecloth covered in white crumbs. […]
