Husband, who is that woman there,
that lovely woman barely clothed,
that woman barely clothed I see
in the corner of our room tonight?
A lovely woman barely clothed
I see in the corner of our room tonight.
Weapons locked up. I cannot
take arms, all my strength not to.
Husband, you know her, don't you,
That woman in the corner of our room—
Take arms, all my strength not to.
You know her, you do, stealing her
into our room tonight, that woman, barely
clothed, you think she's so lovely,
seated in the corner, facing us, mocking.
Weapons locked up, take arms? About to.
You know her too, he said. Once, she was you.
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Winter Feature 2014
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
- Betty Adcock
- Robin Behn
- Lorna Knowles Blake
- Michael Collier
- Brendan Constantine
- Patrick Donnelly
- Robert Fanning
- Marta Ferguson
- Miranda Field
- Rebecca Foust
- Jennifer Grotz
- Gerry LaFemina
- Daniel Lawless
- Diane Lockward
- Cleopatra Mathis
- Esther Morgan
- Martha Rhodes
- Joshua Robbins
- J. Allyn Rosser
- R.T. Smith
- Allen Strous
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Fiction
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Essay