The Cafe Review

by Xue Di New Year translated by Hil Anderson and Keith Waldrop Snow covers former days Children hide in the snow while three squirrels

by Anne Elezabeth Pluto From across the window the wind rises dust, birds, debris cyclone forward away as shadow from me to you this separation

by Michael Boughn Among Dupont’s tattered wounds, commerce’s ragged edge, sudden curve of attention shaped to cocked hip draped in thought.

by Vanessa Vie Whilst autumnal night Interlocks our drowsing flesh Know we want more night.

by Vanessa Vie Because of my blood Take me from behind and pray From my fours I glimpse.

by Vanessa Vie Seasons seasons poet-seasons Sea daughters sea sons People roaming the streets in a cold February wind I miss the Revolution bare

by Vanessa Vie Song of the Firebird to M.H. I fell in Love with a bird I am in Love with a Firebird “Put your colours against the sky

by Anselm Berrigan I’ve an invigorated withdrawal In nurture posing as signatory To certain accounts — can they And do they. Canned they &

by Anselm Berrigan I no longer wish To contribute to The communal anxiety The practitioners of no Two-something and six Let me see your scrapes

by Anselm Berrigan How are we doing notationally speaking? We are feeling conspicuous No amount of crypto-hasho forear / blackbear fiddling will

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