"his head is ice-white & cloudy as feung shui--"

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Issue 6: No More Tears

A quick list to poets featured in this issue:

Melissa Ahart

Sommer Browning

Sarah Busse

devin wayne davis

Karen D'Amato

Yaakov Fichman

Donna Johnson

Vera Kroms

Li Bo

Li Qingzhao

Ander Monson

Christopher Mulrooney


Todd Samuelson

Maria Terrone

Mihai Ursachi

Sophie Wadsworth

G.C. Waldrep

Martha Zweig

devin wayne davis


robin's breast
is stained red;

a plague.



yes man
makes himself
dressed; resting
an aged spirit,

in the wild, unshaven; this
weekend mountain trek is

as his
box promised

... these woods
remind him: he has
watered houseplants

too often; thought
he ought not waste
&, vaguely, of a good

or john
denver record--

which received
rave reviews; yet,
he would soon forget
it with quick acquisition.

what was that?

ant esters ...
wool-elves ...
bee ears ...

(here you were
to have unstuck
the latin tongue)

his head is ice-
white & cloudy
as feung shui--

not unlike the piece of sky,
always dominated from above;

up where a dizzy god traces lazy
hawks & eagles; and speedy winged
things, more specific than trees,
bushes; their first names given

them, even adam; or
hairy davy thoreau who,
upon bending over

to see his own noble savage--
its reflection in a rippled pond--
regretted losing that turquoise indian choker.


stars, diamonds, & umbilicals

lust, it's said, is a sickness--
sin; yet, do not believe this. feel,
abundant as the gluttonous belly;
&, everything that's a part
of myrna loin ...

but, wanting her,
what has that to do
with ring fingers?