The Cafe Review

by Stephen Cramer We could have borrowed beads from our parents’ dresser tops or peeled faux mother of pearl buttons from our sweaters, but

by Stephen Cramer Steel lemmings, they follow one another as they’d grown accustomed to all those years, the old New York City subway cars hauled

by Stephen Cramer This is the liquid mantra that the woman in the bespangled mumu repeats every three & a half breaths, practically singing

by Bryce Milligan I’ve seen mezzo sopranos shatter glass and wondered how this high A–flat that sings — an octave above my guitar’s last

by Bryce Milligan I took the finger of the goddess, broke it from her statue in the shadows cast by years so dim now they cannot be told from

by Bryce Milligan The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind. — Emily Dickinson Deep in this

by Michael Estabrook As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

by Michael Estabrook Had we but world enough, and time. Andrew Marvell 1 Just like that, before I knew it, 40 years had gone, the

by Michael Estabrook Hell is empty and all the devils are here. William Shakespeare 1 Yes I know I could’ve become a famous poet that

by Mary O’Donnell This was happiness, I said. We talked about the quick, perfect stealth of those moments. I sat beneath orange trees, and the

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