Issue #121 September 2021

Caravaggio (Michelangelo Merisi): detail from The Lute Player, 1596

  • Seven Minutes with Mary Halvorson: Poetry and Jazz, Hand in Hand

    Artlessly falling through overstretched arms delivers the night underground, a hole
  • Wolf Wine Bar

    Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
  • John Wall Barger’s “Resurrection Fail” reviewed by Cameron MacKenzie

    John Wall Barger Resurrection Fail. New York Spuyten Duyvil 2021. 100 pgs.   Director Michael Mann, when asked why he…

    Issue #121 September 2021
  • Pastan, Hanzliček, Nazarene, et. al.

    Linda Pastan on “Truce”, “Class Notes” & “On Rereading the 23rd Psalm”: I was an adolescent when I first read…

    Issue #121 September 2021
  • Some Thoughts on the Sublime Irony of Nothing and the Divine Imagination by Chard DeNiord

    SOME THOUGHTS ON THE SUBLIME IRONY OF NOTHING AND THE DIVINE IMAGINATION                      “The most sublime act is…

    Issue #121 September 2021
  • Savagely clear-eyed: An interview with writer, flamenco singer, and literary translator Amaia Gabantxo by Mihaela Moscaliuc

    Amaia Gabantxo is a writer, singer and literary translator specialized in Basque literature—a pioneer in the field and its greatest contributor.
    Issue #121 September 2021
  • Security: A Q & A

    What was your favorite part-time job? What do you
  • Duets

    Telemann at 7:30 on an evening
  • Three Poems

    Last night R—, who I stole
  • Litterature

    I am pleased
  • Pull Off on Old Lyme Road to Fuck

    Because I would have given everything for you to want to talk to me you remain the sound of street lamps
  • Bed

    I haven’t got a fingernail or bed
  • Want

    How do I want you? Let me count the ways.
  • A Brief Portfolio

    As the fight went on my father set
  • Blueshift

    In another life I’m a cosmologist, lungs snow-
  • Agreeable Subjects

    When a past father of mine makes an appearance
  • The Window & On Turning 79

    I check the den window a few times each day
  • Truce, Class Notes & On Rereading the 23rd Psalm

    My high school class of 1950