The Cafe Review

by Jessica Purdy An image recurs: a yellow leaf everyone thought would land is condemned mid–fall to the purgatory of a spider’s web.

by Kendall Merriam Blues Moon for Raised by Wolves Fog, fog can’t see anything its blocking life a long time back I was certain about

by Kendall Merriam Carlos Santana Wins Medal for My Brother Parker and All Drummers Every time I listen to his music I think of you Maybe

by Dana Wilde When seeds fly goldenrod & ragweed Racing driven wind like birds Across the sky, and sky like blue From north wind water upward

by Dana Wilde the wind riffling dead grass waves in the blue water brown leaves hanging from bushes milkweed feathers: the last

by Bruce Holsapple Walked a scrawny trail thru the grass & trees east from Carizzozo Canyon searching for Grapevine Spring a beguiling name,

by Bruce Holsapple Sandy mountain road, twisting high thru pine & jumper, into that saddle where the peaks divide, rocky gullies start hers,

by Kristin Agudelo I once met a snake with a brown paper tongue grocery bag full of meanings, not all of them sound. He slipped up beside me,

by Wang Ping The ones in the brain that allow us to make decisions, not just about what to order for lunch, but about basic perceptions — making

by Wang Ping We surrender Even if we don’t know how No thought No thunder No flight from hope to despair No silence No sorrow Time folds and

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