I asked the flood,
Are you happy?
and the flood ran on mutely
with a flush of brown cheek
and a turned-away eye
happiness
laying down no speech.
But the traffic light buzzing
spoke green to the rush of sticks.
Told the flood, Go.
I did not ask the light,
Are you happy?
I became the light.
The flood sallied forth,
pressed beneath me,
and I spoke gold, then red,
then green again,
and was not happy.
And so became the flood.
And turned away.
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Issue 58
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
- Fleda Brown
- Susana H Case
- Shawn Delgado
- Robert Fanning
- Rebecca Foust
- Alice Friman
- John Hart
- K. A. Hays
- Gary Leising
- Matthew Lippman
- Alessandra Lynch
- Amit Majmudar
- Christopher Todd Matthews
- Kathryn Nelson
- Jennifer Poteet
- Sara Quinn Rivara
- Susan Rothbard
- Natalie Scenters-Zapico
- Grace Schulman
- Philip Shalom Terman
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Fiction
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews Oppressive Light
by Robert Walzer
- David Rigsbee reviews Oppressive Light