Poetry
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Pat Valdata – Four Poems
I’m awed by the iridescent beauty of the smallest bees that pollinate them and by the antics of male carpenter bees, the zeppelins of the bee world, guarding their vibrant patch of sweetness. Except that I planted most of those flowers, I’m as irrelevant to these insects as I am to the stars I gape at on clear nights.
Fiction
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Flo Au – Shadows
The weather is congenial with the sun blazing. Now she leans onto the railing, stretches her back forward, lifts her head towards the brightest part of the translucent blue sky.
Translations
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Isaac Stackhouse Wheeler – Three Translations from the Russian of Aleksey Porvin
reading a poem well entails thinking like a person of faith reading a sacred text—you must assume that every feature of the language is significant and every choice was a deliberate one that could not have been made any better.
Non-Fiction
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Karen Petersen – A Special Realm
Recognizing and responding to beauty is more about its appeal to a higher, spiritual nature which is innate, and perhaps our saving grace--as we are mostly brutes.
Editorial
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A Temple of Iron – Our 2018 Pushcart Nominations
So there I was, minding my own business, lifting heavy things and putting them back down. I had abandoned the bear cave for an iron temple of my own making. And Brodin had turned his countenance towards this new temple, and he smiled upon it, and he blessed it for the sacred gainz and for the pursuit of the Swole. Wheymen.
Poetry
Latest
Pat Valdata – Four Poems
I’m awed by the iridescent beauty of the smallest bees that pollinate them and by the antics of male carpenter bees, the zeppelins of the bee world, guarding their vibrant patch of sweetness. Except that I planted most of those flowers, I’m as irrelevant to these insects as I am to the stars I gape at on clear nights.
