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His face haunts me at night, this terrifying calm. I don’t know who he is, why he sits so high above us, why he watches us. Mom and Dad never explained. He is just an ornament, but when everything else becomes dark geometry against the walls, only he is illuminated. Just his face in the darkness, golden like a tiny sun. AN TRAN
Emily Blake Alverson
Craig Beaven
Judith Ernst
Scott Gould
Jim Haberman
Lois Marie Harrod
Lola Haskins
Victoria Kelly
Sara E. Lamer
Johannes Lichtman
Suzanne Matson
Marty McConnell
Constance Pappalardo
Dana Roeser
Harold Whit Williams
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P O E T R Y
12 EMILY BLAKE ALVERSON | Diving Wake
13 MARTY MCCONNELL | not mentioning tulips vivisection (you’re going to break my heart)
32 LOLA HASKINS | Bravery Toasts
41 SARA E. LAMERS | White Lesions
42 DANA ROESER | sub-cute
66 LOIS MARIE HARROD | The Former Undertake on His Way to the Morgue
91 HAROLD WHIT WILLIAMS | What My Brother Says What My Brother Prays
108 CRAIG BEAVEN | Stargazer’s Field
F I C T I O N
7 JOHANNES LICHTMAN | Mira
19 VICTORIA KELLY | Finding the Good Light
60 SUZANNE MATSON | Boys’ Choir
78 SCOTT GOULD | Orbit
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94 AN TRAN | Redshift
R E V I E W
110 JASMINE V. BAILEY | Voodoo Inverso by Mark Wagenaar
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6 CONSTANCE PAPPALARDO | Swagger
16 CONSTANCE PAPPALARDO | Missing Alice Series
33 JUDITH ERNST | Bio-Geometric & Metaphysical Pots
68 JIM HABERMAN | Out of the Middle East Series
90 CONSTANCE PAPPALARDO | Song Bird
105 CONSTANCE PAPPALARDO | Cantata
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107 CONSTANCE PAPPALARDO | White Washed
112 Contributors
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EMILY BLAKE ALVERSON
Diving Wake
we were left smoking in the morning
heron overhead, he’d started something
that was to be lifted above the land, our
name, and the house, troubled like the
surface of a pond. Morning, my father
up from a very young age to remember,
before we were lost like dogs. Before
there were stories of an ancestor
digging this body of water for the
ripples to spread out around him like the
face of a drum.
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MARTY MCCONNELL
not mentioning tulips
the sky is full of rock salt. my shoes,
can fuck off like her cousins the wind
not all this business of polyps, massive
cardiac infarctions, anemones threaded
through the old quarry, all the stones
here at the visitation, asking the same mayonnaise
and white-bread questions as if the graveyard
to leap on, just some gutted neighborhood
passed on the way to somewhere good.
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CONSTANCE PAPPALARDO | Missing Alice #2
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VICTORIA KELLY
Finding the Good Light
that she had already lived a whole life, as had her castmates, most of
they sat around in one of the tiny trailers, drinking from plastic cups of
beer and wondering how it was they’d all ended up in the backwaters of
made It Happened One Night with Clark Gable, and Diane was cast as
minutes outside of Hollywood, and there was an ease and lighthearted-
ness among the cast, a sense that they were never going to be able to pull
off such a show believably, so why even worry about it—they were, after
all, unknown actors playing famous actors playing characters from one
of the most famous movies of the pre-war years. Bill, who played Clark
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never having been on screen before would help people “suspend their
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bama over the course of one hot, dusty summer, so by the time the movie
premiered in nine theaters, and then nine hundred, and then—to every-
one’s amazement—nine thousand, Diane had only been to California one
time, to sign her contract before the whole thing began.
She didn’t have an agent or a headshot or a resume, and she hadn’t
movie came out and people learned her name. But then suddenly, they
York, journalists and clothing designers and theater directors who had
turned her down for half a dozen roles in the weeks before. She was
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offered ten jobs in the period of two days, and she didn’t know who to
say yes to, so she jotted down the directors’ names on a yellow legal pad
by the phone and said she would call them back.
The Girl from Saint-Mandé
was living in a tiny apartment across from a church in Morristown, New
Jersey, where she’d grown up. Her parents were long dead by then, and
felt a strange attachment to the little New Jersey town—its parks and
panederías and even the luxury condominium building that had replaced
the gray stone church across the street, which always had a light in one
of its windows.
on her way from buying a dress for a friend’s party. She thought she
heard something behind her in the stairwell, and it was late, and she
had emerged alone into the dark garage, after the store had closed and
it was starting to be the time of night when people didn’t go out in cer-
tain neighborhoods in Morristown. When the man appeared behind her,
and she saw that he was tall and dressed entirely in black, she thought
face as if to protect herself. But then, instead of attacking her, he pulled
out a camera and took her picture—and the shot—her stricken, doe-
eyed expression of terror—appeared the following week in Life & Style.
She took the magazine into the supermarket bathroom and studied the
But it was strange, and almost worrisome; she did not look afraid—only
stunningly, trustingly child-like—and she realized that this was what
people saw when they looked at her—someone who hadn’t been tainted
yet by the drama of drugs or money or sex; someone whose best years
that she was a divorcee; that she’d already been in the thick of war, had
held the hands of women whose husbands had fallen in pieces on the side
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size of her apartment.
She had met Jack when she was nineteen, just out of high school
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len with life that she almost believed he could give her back all those sad
years she’d lost after her parents died.
school classmates. She settled easily into the wives’ groups and learned
had to ask for it, and how to budget on his ensign’s salary, and how to
lie about being military on her job applications so they wouldn’t know
she’d probably be gone in another year. She liked the other wives; they
called each other a lot, mostly for no reason, and went to movies and
traded magazines and played tennis at the courts on base when they
weren’t working or watching each other’s kids.
over Baghdad and they were talking about children when he got back. But
almost as soon as he was home, he was gone again, to Key West for the
next round of workups, and then he went back over the ocean, this time
while he was gone, when she came home from her job selling accessories
at a bridal salon, she always expected to see the chaplain and the other
wives standing on her doorstep. Midway through, she got the call that it
had happened after all, but to someone else’s husband, and a few hours
later she found herself in the sad huddle on some other girl’s driveway.
One miscarriage and two deployments and seven years after their
the tarmac, full of remorse, that he’d met someone else on the aircraft
carrier, and he didn’t want to be married anymore, not to her at least.
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SARA E . LAMERS
White Lesions
Whose sound tastes like legions, suggests
multitudes, masses, as if millions of pins
gleaming sharp, dream them clicking
on, little brilliances,
surges, not poison patches
the synapses, the neurons beat down.
White lesions—an orchard
full blown into blossom, colony of sheep
so thick the pasture is wild dots. Or else,
yes, snow. How it stuns the ground.
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75J IM HABERMAN | Ancient Ruins, Petra, Jordan
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77J IM HABERMAN | Timna Valley, Israel
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SCOTT GOULD
Orbit
than grotesque, at least at that age—an ability that seemed a generous
reward for all the pain he’d had to endure because of the refrigerator.
aware of the appliances and rusted transmissions and angle iron there,
too high. So we always waited until after a good rain to jump. Lonnie’s
impatience overcame his good sense one afternoon that summer and he
took a Kenmore to the right side of his head.
to let me visit Lonnie. She said it would upset me, but my mother’s sub-
text was that Lonnie’s stupidity might be contagious. She was a nurse.
She knew better. But she also knew Lonnie did things that brought him
within a gnat’s hair of death. He was the boy who hung between the
trestle rails when the lumber train ran through town on its way to the
paper mill. He was the boy who snuck up on alligators sleeping across
the hot sand bars on Black River. Now he was the boy who had fake
bones in his face. He was a hero.
mother came back from her shift at the hospital with daily reports of his
progress. “Well, it’s too swollen to tell what it’s going to look like,” she
said one afternoon. “One half of his face looks, frankly, like a buttocks
parts at the hospital, she didn’t want to think about more of them at the
false eye today,” she told me in a voice that sounded too celebratory, the
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regular basis. When you’re fourteen, tragedy is a passing annoyance.
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could fish and blow smoke rings. On the eighth grade playground, she
wore t-shirts with nothing else on underneath and leather gloves she
stole from her mother. She’d cut the fingers out of the gloves and during
recess, she pretended to be riding a large motorcycle. On one thin fore-
arm was an ink tattoo, a design she freshened every day with an ancient-
that said, Take no crap from any man woman or child
she avoided the principal’s office with crap on her arm and no bra under
her shirt, but none of our teachers (women who could detect the rustle
father left money for cheeseburgers on the kitchen counter.
We never knew exactly where my father went the times he disap-
peared. He didn’t have a job because he couldn’t work. He said his
stomach wouldn’t allow it. His stomach was a daily source of drama and
conversation when he was around, because he’d lost a sizeable chunk of
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was off searching for his missing stomach, and this gave Eli nightmares
spackle bucket full of redbreast and we’d say, Ah, fishing. He’d come
back with a black eye and a gash across the bridge of his nose and
we’d say, Ah, fighting. Sometimes he would come back after a week and
wouldn’t say a word, and we didn’t know what to ask. Neither did our
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AN TRAN
Redshift
is tall, white, with military-cropped red-blond hair. When he knocks, the
booms rattle the entire house. He doesn’t look angry.
Terminator 2, like his
glare can shoot spikes of liquid metal into me. He has a clipboard that he
looks down at next, and then his face contorts as he tries to read. “Does
a Huu-ong Nah-goo-yen
“My grandma’s here. Dad’s at work.”
his clipboard. “Give this to your mom or dad when someone gets home.
My brother’s on the couch watching a cartoon. His name is Hieu,
but we call him Harry. He’s a small thing, two years younger, still at that
age where Barney is fun to watch. My sister Hang probably named him
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away why Heather gave us white-people names.
She’s been hanging with a bad crowd since she got into middle
school. Dresses in chains and bandanas and keeps a lot of knives in her
she didn’t like the noise of our feet, so she started screaming something
terrible and walked us into a corner. We were paralyzed. She had this fat
kitchen knife, a mirror for empty light that cut into our eyes. She pressed
stalked back to our room, locked the door shut, and sat together on the
take care of us, but she’s eighty-something and senile and we leave the
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one ornament, a framed picture of Mom and Dad’s wedding day that
hangs on the wall. She wears a gold Chinese dress; Dad wears a gray suit.
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kids to answer the door.”
cousin convinced us it was a good idea to try to light a dead squirrel on
He stares at Mom with disinterest, like he’s removed himself from the
situation. He’s never liked confrontation; if he disagrees, he’ll nod along
know they are wrong.
Mom says, “Oh, well, your teachers are wrong. You do not talk
don’t know where either of them are at any given
but family. Your family is the only thing that will always be there for
or canh sat.” She says “police” in Vietnamese as a way to emphasize that
point, as if to say, especially the police.
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When she is done with her lecture, we are allowed back to our room.
moon creeps into the sky. Eventually, all sound abandons the house.
sneak into the living room downstairs and sit on the couch alone in the
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lights gleaming through the glass of our back door. He is enchantingly
know who he is, why he sits so high above us, why he watches us. Mom
and Dad never explained. He is just an ornament, but when everything
else becomes dark geometry against the walls, only he is illuminated. Just
his face in the darkness, golden like a tiny sun.
breathe, the swamp air of Northern Virginia thickens in your throat and
mottled with dark spots of moisture, beads of sweat collected on their
know why we suddenly can trust policemen again. Mom tells us later that
Heather is staying with a friend. We play along because we are used to her
lies. Our cousin, closer to Heather’s age, relays the truth to us: Heather
has run away with a gang. We’re told she had to give herself to each of
thirteen year old sister playing out the forbidden scenes in rated-R movies.
But it’s all too easy to imagine Heather stealing, snorting, killing.
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Days before you were born
falling on them, white
seemed closer than the earth.
they raised sheep and rams, in separate pens,
a thin line of wire
if you were to touch it
it would warm your hands,
you would feel it in your bones, and although
the rams wanted to cross
they had learned not to.
dipping for a mouthful of grass.
for thousands of years, to look out
at the bowl of mountains. South
beyond the valley, as land slopes
to the sea, you were waiting across a continent just days
safe in your dark water, and thought of you
in ten years. We will walk up here together
to look at the rams, to look out
into the valley. We will see mountains,
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Stargazer’s Field
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and as clouds move, further mountains
like a curtain pulling back across a stage.
We will wear orange vests that say
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JASMINE V. BAILEY
Voodoo Inverso
Voodoo Inverso by Mark Wagenaar
Mark Wagenaar’s Voodoo Inverso is
unconvincingly swept together, these poems are subtly bound by religious
recurs in the form of dramatic monologues and semi-confessional
that, despite formal gestures, resist easy categorization.
is in the first line, which sets up what becomes a sumptuous list poem:
shifts in which the viewer and the viewed switch positions: “birch leaves
floating on the river, / a constellation the drowned must look on...the
moon in the canal below. / Like seeing myself behind a glass door.”
more powerful insight into the desolation of the lost speaker than an
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ing of another’s voice.
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Nothing But Bones” that struck me for its importance: “as if platelets
of many poems that plays with the Orpheus and Eurydice myth: “Some-
one who has only half-returned // from that world would recognize it,
always hopeful and longing, struck with joy and pain, is a straddler of
book is to make us marvel at the silliness of going through the world
unstunned—unawed.
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quently in their original language), and the vast repertoire of images,
locales, and concerns, give some insight into the artistic influences that
other books, visit other places, know more things, to see if you can
discover for yourself some of what this poet renders so compellingly in
words.
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C O N T R I B U T O R S
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EMILY BLAKE ALVERSON’s work has appeared in Cargoes. Originally
University in New Orleans.
JASMINE V. BAILEY’s chapbook, Sleep and What Precedes It, is avail-
Alexandria, is
editor of 32 Poems.
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Rattle, Copper Nickel,
Third Coast, Southern Humanities Review, and others.
JUDITH ERNST
University. She has painted, published illuminated books, and lived and
Muslim Networks: From Hajj to Hip Hop and
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versity of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Duke, and the North Carolina
SCOTT GOULD
Kenyon Review, New Madrid Journal, Black Warrior Review, Yemassee,
New Stories from the South, and New Southern Harmonies, among others.
He has work forthcoming in Bull: Men’s Fiction. He is a past winner of
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teaches creative writing at the South Carolina Governor’s School for the
J IM HABERMAN is known for his bizarre and humorous photographs and
several documentary projects. He also created a series of 40 postcards
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Massachusettes.
LOIS MARIE HARROD’s 12th collection, The Only Is, won the 2012
Brief Term, a collection of poems
about teachers and teaching, was published in 2011. Cosmongony won
LOLA HASKINS’ poems have appeared in The Atlantic, the London
Review of Books, The New York Quarterly, Georgia Review, and else-
where. Her most recent collection is The Grace to Leave
another about insects. Her prose includes Solutions Beginning with A
and Not Feathers Yet: A Beginner’s Guide to the Poetic Life
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lowships, and several prizes for narrative poetry.
VICTORIA KELLY
States Mitchell Scholar. Her fiction has been published in Colorado
Review, Fiction, and The Idaho Review, among others. Her poetry
has appeared in Alaska Quarterly Review, Southwest Review, Harpur
Palate, Nimrod, and others. She lives in Virginia Beach and teaches
Creative Writing at Old Dominion University.
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SARA E . LAMERS is the author of the poetry collection A City Without
Trees and the chapbook Applause: The Patron Saint Poems. Other work
has appeared in journals such as
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JOHANNES LICHTMAN’s writing has been published by American Short
Fiction, Los Angeles Review of Books, Oxford American, and others.
He teaches graduate liberal studies at UNC Wilmington and runs the
Blingtheory blog. “Mira” is a part of his novel-in-progress.
SUZANNE MATSON
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MARTY MCCONNELL
Sarah Lawrence College, and her work has recently appeared in A Face
to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poetry, City
of the Big Shoulders: An Anthology of Chicago Poetry, Gulf Coast, Indi-
ana Review, Crab Orchard Review, Salt Hill, Beloit Poetry Journal, and
Drunken Boat.
CONSTANCE PAPPALARDO
Students League and continued her education at the School of Visual
Her contemporary abstract watercolors have been featured in numer-
ous galleries in Cary, Raleigh, Chapel Hill, and other cities in North
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corporate collections as well as private collections in the United States
DANA ROESER is the author of two books of poetry, Beautiful Motion
and In the Truth Room
in Prairie Schooner, New Ohio Review, Cimarron Review, Green Moun-
tains Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, Southern Review, Blackbird, and
Notre Dame Review.
AN TRAN’s work has also appeared in The Kartika Review, Our Stories
Literary Journal, and Connotation Press
HAROLD WHIT WILLIAMS
chapbook, Waiting For The Fire To Go Out
Atlanta Review, Oxford American,
Oklahoma Review, Slipstream, Tulane Review, among others.
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His face haunts me at night, this terrifying calm. I don’t know who he is, why he sits so high above us, why he watches us. Mom and Dad never explained. He is just an ornament, but when everything else becomes dark geometry against the walls, only he is illuminated. Just his face in the darkness, golden like a tiny sun. AN TRAN
Emily Blake Alverson
Craig Beaven
Judith Ernst
Scott Gould
Jim Haberman
Lois Marie Harrod
Lola Haskins
Victoria Kelly
Sara E. Lamer
Johannes Lichtman
Suzanne Matson
Marty McConnell
Constance Pappalardo
Dana Roeser
Harold Whit Williams
and more
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