The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
Contributed By: Alistair Noon, Osip Mandelshtam
The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
Return to table of contents for Issue 3 Fall 2010
Flecks of starlings peck pieces from a fried wing / on the asphalt by the driver’s side door.
The first night we meet outside the classroom, you say you like two things: whisky and music. You hustle me into the car, slide a disc into the player, and roll the windows up against the storm. You say we should pretend that we don’t know each other, pretend that you don’t even know my […]
Women with platinum blonde hair, cream colored sweaters, light tan pants, lie on beds with white sheets, no blankets. Brunettes wear thong bikinis, have their nails done, do handstands. The redheads are slim with large breasts. 1 in 4 people are vacationing in Bali. It’s been five years. You overslept again. Style an overhead […]