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Issue 2.1 Spring 2013

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"Yellow Trailer Wonder Valley, CA" Art by Deborah Martin.
“Yellow Trailer Wonder Valley, CA” Art by Deborah Martin.

 

"Missing Jacques" Art by Candace Fasano.
“Missing Jacques” Art by Candace Fasano.

 

"The Birds" Art by Christopher Woods.
“The Birds” Art by Christopher Woods.

Poetry:

Allen Braden | Anniversary Card
Carol Hebald | Winter Dawn
Esther Altshul Helfgott | Pantoum For Uncle Izzy
Paul Hostovsky | Poem
Barbara F. Lefcowitz | Golden Eyes
Kelly McQuain | Strawberries, Limoncello, Water Ice, Passing Time
George Moore | Fast As Saint Ignatius
Elisabeth Murawski | That’s Life
Martin Ott | Bandits | Refrain
Linda Pastan | Like A Bird | Legacies
Barry Seiler | Yarhrzeit
Elaine Terranova | Stairway
Arnie Weingart | The Rothko Chapel
Changming Yuan | Y

Fiction:

Elizabeth Edelglass | Family Circle
Abbigail N. Rosewood | The Ones We Keep
Annaliese Wagner | How To Jump Rope

Nonfiction:

Karen Donley-Hayes | Hens On A Porch
Jennifer Maritza McCauley | Home Ghosts
Joan Moritz | Penguins In Flight
Renée K. Nicholson | Coda: Partnering
Gary Presley | Knife
Enid Shomer | Small

Artist Spotlight:

Aron Wisenfeld

Translations:

Rosa Alice Branco | The Girls Were Lovely Lithe | The Men’s Hands Would Graze
**Alexis Levitin
Lidia Kosk | The Moon Above The Wild Apple Tree
**Danuta E. Kosk-Kosicka
Maria Teresa Ogliastri | To Be Empress | Alfalfa Sprouts
**Yvette Neisser Moreno
**Patricia Bejarano Fisher
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | Third Roman Elegy
**Brett Ortler

 

** Indicates translators

Martin Ott

Martin OttA former U.S Army interrogator, Martin Ott currently lives in Los Angeles, where he writes poetry and fiction, often about his misunderstood city. He is the author of Captive, De Novo Prize winner, C&R Press, Poets’ Guide to America, co-written with John F. Buckley, and Interrogator’s Notebook, Story Merchant Books. His Writeliving blog – writeliving.wordpress.com – has thousands of readers in more than 75 countries.

 

 

Bandits

The tattooed van braked in the right
lane, the rush hour traffic backed
up for miles. The cover band set up
without orange cones or warning
flares, guitarist, bassist and drummer
daring the cars to mow them down.
Who knows what the furies have
in store for these freeway bandits,
setting speakers out toward the sun?
Some say it was for publicity, others
that the stunt didn’t make a dent.
Their ex-manager swore that music
was a top spinning with no center.
The singer’s father just swore.
But for one morning, the audience
merged to the band’s frenetic song,
to a syncopation of Love and War,
their single, their opus, angry fans
erupting in an applause of horns.

 

Refrain

The home that is not a home
is like that one person’s name
beyond the window painted shut.
That lover who made you forget
the closet ghosts, the repeating song
is never far, is never close.
The keys in your junk drawer
from past doors, from unknown cities
leave you opened, keep you closed.
That time you did the one thing,
the one you can never tell
is buried away, is in your place.