Issue #29 November 2013

  • A Bookstore in Hay-on-Wye

    In a Tudor castle now a vast used bookstore in Hay-on-Wye
  • Ancestors

    Farther back than my grandmother
  • Two Stories and a Poem

    Do you have a canned ham?
  • Your Brother’s Face

    You believe your brother will come down
  • Bailed Out

    And once we climbed over the wire fence
  • Crucifixion

    One minute he’s looking at you, full-size, in anguish,
  • On the Way to the Acupuncturist

    In the wrong lane, the slow one—
  • Mnemonic

    Leaves in the eaves
  • Killer

    When he saw me coming
  • Vega

    On my bed in late afternoon I am listening
  • You, Reader, As I Imagine You

    Why is it awkward to acknowledge
  • A Woman in Damascus That Year | While She’s Asleep In Baghdad

    Her soul’s in my hand and she knows I’m there
  • D. Nurkse: Early Anthropocene

    Plume: The closing line of the poem “Anthropocene”– published by the Virginia Quarterly Review in 2007- asks the question: Is…

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