In This Issue

Poetry

...the calmness of knowing
that the world can be contained in her
wrinkled root-like hands,
that it's no bigger
than a closely wrapped
green shawl...

Fiction

...This time she set her cup down on the table with a clatter. Coffee slopped over the sides and dripped onto the wood. "God Almighty couldn’t do everything I have to do today, Carl." The music vanished from her voice...

Nonfiction

...The kitchen had a small refrigerator and a gas burner and the bathroom had a toilet and a shower head. There was a squeegee to scrape the water on the floor into a drain when one was finished showering. I pulled the curtains on the window and got into bed with most of my clothes on. The next morning I got up, went to the bathroom, took my clothes off, and went to bed for another twelve hours...

Contributors

...He wasn’t there in time to attend Milosz’s funeral, but has begun an open mic venue in a great local English-language bookstore. Stop by if you're in town...