poetry

I Am Here to Make Friends

By

however mother the morning always from the mind, how every glamour misrecords the ripening with munitions, first to do the work of others, however our colleagues arpeggiate the palace we have always loved

Poem in Advance of Witty Repartee

By

Jeremy Behreandt

with kelly it is estuary, almost a carmen sandiego kindof wariness, cloistered if not unrelenting, a heat that hardens to the point of the spear. one could almost agree to the ural mountains

Of Caliban and the Sixes, Upon the Cuttlefish

By

Barbara Lightner

The world resembles a cuttlefish changing colors And shimmering. —Arthur Sze

MMXII, i

By

Barbara Lightner

Sense is a poem with 22 ilkes ruins a carp of bothersome hand bells or sanded to round stitch a whole fundy sometimes that old mustard feeling

Editorial

The Poet as Job Creator

By

Jason Smith

At first glance the title of my editorial in this issue might seem to be satirical.

The Stray Dogs of Mexico

By

Marilyn Annucci

One crosses the street, ribs like ladder rungs leaning

inside him. I want to climb to God, ask and ask.

The streets are full of crushed plastic bottles.

Interview

A Gathering of Words at the Gathering of the Waters

By

Jim Stevens, Kimberly M. Blaeser

For years Jim Stevens and Kimberly Blaeser have promoted the exploration of poetry and creative writing among Native American peoples, fostering expression and examination of Native culture through the written word in formal and informal c

Book Review

Split Personality, by Karla Huston and Cathryn Cofell

By

Bob Wake

You have to admire a poetry chapbook whose self-contradicting opening line trumpets, “Now is not the time to begin …” The poem, “Digging in the Fat Box,” a kind of encomium to failed diets and body fat as symptoms of spiritual longing (“wanting /