How to Dismantle an Airplane

“When will enough people say, ‘Stop this madness; we don’t have to live like this’?” — Richard Martinez, father of Isla Vista shooting victim, Christopher Martinez   Step 1: Exhume the Engine It’s easier than it looks. Break down the metal shell and see a halfway heart of pistons, its shaking air-cooled ending like the… More

At a Café in the Sea of Grass

Paul Pickering Across the street from a café in the Texas panhandle Where I drink black coffee, The Llano Estacado spreads flat to the horizon. A rumpled man in a brown suit keeps dropping coins In the payphone. Long distance, I suppose. He holds a memo pad. The car he drives belongs to another decade.… More

Two Rivers

Daniel DeVaughn He built a frame of air, in air, and left behind the chimney-smoke rising to the Southern Cross, prayer-like, the tide roar breaking down-coast. The gulls’ cries faded as he sank into sleep, and in dream, another night, the Cahaba rose, banners of weed braiding round his body as he drifted over shoals… More

Resurrectionist

Tarn Painter-MacArthur Memory is a cemetery I’ve visited once or twice, white ubiquitous and the set-aside Everywhere under foot… —Charles Wright Haar pours upstreet like a river in reverse, waterfalls the kirkyard gate where I wade through night’s small hours, over the plush quiet-and-still like a rug beneath my feet. Stone after stone the dark… More

Lament

Carl Swart Night has carried her breath from her Like gypsy moths dancing in snow, That floated down the lattice while she dreamt Of pink-tinged canna lilies opening at sunrise, And out in the field a hollow bell rang, Its song drifting over the red wheat. By the moon’s dim lantern, her mother’s Storm-filled throat… More

Before I was Born

Rachel Mehl my parents read Mother Earth News, sold their house in Seattle to buy a 35 acre plot of forest and swamp. They built a house with a wood furnace, and planted a vine maple in the courtyard to cool the hall in summers. Grandpa Hi water witched. They put in a well. My… More