The Cafe Review

by John Blair We whistle tunes while God’s work gets done above us in trees locked in screes of bagworm silk and dead leaves, streetlights

by John Blair There was in every hollow A hundred wrymouthed wisps. Dafydd ap Gwilym (trans. Wirt Sikes, 1340)

by John Blair Much there is that is unbeautiful, much there is that rubs the eye raw like sand and knuckles. In some farflung plane of penury

has poems that have appeared, or are forthcoming, online in La Fovea, the Wesleyan University Press blog, and The New Guard: Bang! Her visual

holds a master’s degree in poetry from Temple University. Her poems have appeared in Chain, EOAGH, The Fanzine, and other journals. She

has published poems in Poetry, The Iowa Review, Crazyhorse, and other journals. She is currently collaborating on the modern opera Persephone in

is a freelance writer and photographer whose work has appeared in The Portland Daily Sun, Dispatch Magazine, Magnitude, The Portland Forecaster,

is the author of two chapbooks of poetry, Into The Darkness We Go and The Singed Horizon, which was selected by Robert Creeley for the 2000

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