Issue #19

Valerie Fox

Blue Horses I’m petting eight tiny horses, vinegar-scented, at the pop-up estate sale. Some turn noses down, some up. Some twist their blue necks. A guarded woman, in tears and puffy jacket, covets and cradles antique doll-babies. Pretend babies animate…
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Theresa Wyatt

The Raisin River War of 1812 The name of the bloodletting capture was The Battle of Raisin River – an immense chapter of fire, a fierce British counterattack that left no truce – only flaming houses, hundreds massacred, captured or…
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Alec Prevett

The Window I am revising the catalog when the bird meets the glass of my living room window. Thud. Recently I’d come to believe birds didn’t do that anymore. Walking home from work last week, I watched a different bird,…
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Louella Lester

Three Prose Poems Stopped on Bridge Everything stopped—cop’s car/citizen’s car/loud music playing through a cracked window/the joint flicked into a strip of muddy water along the curb. Well—not everything—some things kept moving though they did slow down—cars going the same…
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Lorette C. Luzajic

Two Prose Poems The Limestone Angel “I saw the angel in the marble, and carved, until I set him free.” Is that Michelangelo’s story of David, pale, proud puer, metamorphic, metaphoric masterpiece? This limestone angel, what was it like to…
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