Poetry

Quartet

By Kevin Young

Winter 2004

I am tired of this place & want to take
a slow train to the moon—

Just jump the rails out past the pale
peeling walls of this here room.

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Ponce de Leon, I live in you today, my little barque awash in Florida such as the stars and I alone can know. These are mornings I'm sailing through your name, years falling from me as I take it in, foretaste of that great future we sail to, imaginat [...]

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Jimmy, Jesus and the Japanese Beetles

By Mekeel McBride

Winter 2004

The five kids, their parents, the grandmother and Jesus sit down to dinner. Pink, dry flakes of canned salmon lie on the plastic plates like eczema. New burns, from the day's ironing rise like small roses on the grandmother's wrists. Because they h [...]

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Hard Headed Blues

By Kevin Young

Winter 2004

Me & the Devil are rivals
for God's affection.

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Buying Wine

By Sebastian Matthews

Winter 2004

When we were boys, we had a choice: stay in the car or else follow him into Wine Mart, that cavernous retail barn, down aisle after aisle, California reds to Australian blends to French dessert wines, past bins loaded like bat racks with bottles, [...]

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Night Story: Window …

By Mekeel McBride

Winter 2004

Last night, Jimmy was still alive. Thin as a kid in his soft green robe. Everyone happy to help. I figured he'd made it onto the new medicine in time. You were cooking a big pot of shrimp for friends and nurses. Our friend Kishio had just drawn the J [...]

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