Contributed By: Maggie Glover
One side offered, believe or not: daisies. Their orange bowties and Monroe piercings
made a hundred cities in the grass.
The other side: the knowledge of grasshoppers, how to jump rope—they wore sneakers that looked like sneakers, slogan pins like Shy in the Tooth.
The battle raged. After careful thought, I arranged for both teams to break my heart.
When I told them how, we were all surprised.
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Exemplary You glimpse a slight copy of liquid belly. Talk about the wind, breed waves on each page, breeding breezes on their veneers. You examine that other in the water-logged bookshelf. Give a meticulous detail of tears opting down very tense cheeks. But this one you pose in your hands (leaves fall apart like butterflies […]
by T. P. Sabitha translated from the Malayalam by the poet first published in Mathrubhoomi (Sept. 14-20, 2008) To Omana and Gopalakrishnan – translators extraordinaire from Russian into Malayalam – for the gift of a Soviet childhood All of a sudden a pelican landed on our verandah. The river Volga rushed along circling the deity in […]
EDITORS’ INTRODUCTION Chase Dimock & Amy King LGBT Writing and the 21st Century FEATURED ARTIST Kelli Connell Double Life NONFICTION Alicia Anderson Nichts passiert in München (Nothing Happens in Munich) Consuelo Arias From New York City to Mar Chiquita: Evocations of a Singular Friendship Merrill Cole The Blond Sheep David Eye Messages from Howard Tyler […]
