The Cafe Review

by Celina Villagarcia I want to birth one hundred children a river full of bearing — arms waving in welcome eyes closed

by Celina Villagarcia In a hundred years your fingers too frail to braid with mine legs too burdened by time’s hand to walk

by Nick Squadere There is a strange / quiet — l o n e l i n e s s : not a single person home at my cousin’s house

by Nick Squadere But what could be more brilliant than the index finger behind your

by Nick Squadere SHINKICHI TAKAHASHI said that rivers & mountains exist within a single tuberous

by Donald Crane As I was trimming around my rose bushes, I glanced over the hedge And saw my neighbor’s wife on her chaise longue

by Richard Taylor Before the crowd arrives I’ll find shelter among the thick trees and stand very still. The noise of them, the noise bends the

by Richard Taylor Water from the well in its corner of our barn and house can straighten a person up pink and suddenly with cold astringent

by John Macker He tells the dubious Tarahumara Rimbaud never met a French poet he didn’t disdain. Eats peyote by the handful from a painted

by John Macker Your “code of the west” is not the same as mine. You are all Manhattan via Oklahoma party Pepsi cowboy true rumbling gut on the

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