The Cafe Review

by Helene Swarts Light no longer colors the leaves, blending green into grace. Evil, as unremarkable as ever, silts over the streams. Children

by Sydney Lea Three decades ago, even the Vietnam War Seemed gone for most of us. On Memorial Day, Or Decoration, as our small town’s elders

by Sydney Lea Insouciant after the Newtown massacre After school treat, reads a certain crossword clue. For an instant I’m dizzy with rage at

by Joshua Sullivan The drainage ditch leads down to the pond, forming the boundary of the fallow flood plain. Paul’s farm, his father’s before

by Raymond Hall A soul, the Universe, awakens awestruck looking around Interprets further, gags I watched a Spider spin a web, patiently Wait.

by Peter Krok A Letter to Bruno: Seven Years Since He Left Blaise Pascal: “The heart has its reasons . . . ” It has been seven years since you

by Paul Pines He breaks the surface a splinter of buried light tail-walks the water dives back runs/ tugs/ stops/ circles/ approaches runs

by Paul Pines We anchor close to Peter Pulitzer on his reconditioned Louisiana shrimp trawler The Sea Hunter a man who marries girls that leave

by Danny Caine 44 screams each other in a language. 45 awakes naked and cannot asleep again. 42 reaches to phone neuf un un then hand retreats.

by Danny Caine I Love You Detroit for Dan Gilbert I love you Detroit People Mover because you don’t give a fuck you just give rides to

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