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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.


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


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


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


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

Paul Hostovsky

Paul Hostovsky is the author of four books of poetry, most recently Hurt Into Beauty (FutureCycle Press, 2012). His poems have won a Pushcart Prize and two Best of the Net Awards. He has been featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, The Writer’s Almanac, and is a 2013 Featured Poet on the Georgia Poetry Circuit. To read more of his work, visit him at www.paulhostovsky.com.



When I finally figured it out—
you know, life, the whole thing—
I couldn’t write it down fast enough,
and I was shaking my head in disbelief,
and smiling at the sheer dumb luck
of each new line revealing itself to me
like a winning scratch ticket, hitting it
big. I mean really big. The kind of big
that comes over you slowly but all at once,
like what it will mean for the rest of your life,
how you won’t have to work at it anymore
because everything will be different now
and the same. It was a little scary actually,
and my stomach started to hurt. But the pain
was different now. It was part of the joy.
And the joy was different too because it was
unbelievable. I mean I knew it was true—
I just didn’t believe it. And that hurt, too.
Then the old hurt gave way to the new
and suddenly everything rhymed a little.