Baby, I'm gonna love you till the moon
turns white, till rivers run downstream, till rocks
mature into knots so hard they can break
a man's bones or teeth. Honey, I'm yours
till birds learn the trick of flight & lizards
scratch their bellies on sun-
baked desert stones. No lie: nothing
can stop us till last week's fruit
goes bad, till the tides turn
twice a day. I'm all yours till
my errant heart beats double-time
& the yellow eyes of the ever-gazing
sun break over the constant hills.
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Issue 66
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Lindsey Bellosa
- Chase Samuel Berggrun
- Mark Jay Brewin Jr
- Stephen W Carter
- Stephen Cramer
- Elizabeth B. Crowell
- G.S. Crown
- Jacob Cumiskey
- William Grenfell Davies Jr.
- Robert Haight
- Zebulon Huset
- Betsy Johnson-Miller
- Lillian Kwok
- Devon Moore
- Mary France Morris
- Dan Murphy
- Kathryn Nelson
- James B. Nicola
- Thomas Osatchoff
- Supritha Rajan
- J.C. Reilly
- B.T. Shaw
- Eva Skrande
- Catherine Stearns
- Don Thompson
- Ross White
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FICTION
Issue > Poetry
Stephen Cramer
Stephen Cramer’s first book of poems, Shiva's Drum, was selected by Grace Schulman for the National Poetry Series. His second, Tongue & Groove, was published by University of Illinois. His newest book, From the Hip: A Concise History of Hip Hop (in Sonnets), came out in 2014 from Wind Ridge Press. His work has appeared in journals such as The American Poetry Review, African American Review, The Yale Review and Harvard Review. He teaches writing and literature at the University of Vermont and lives with his wife and daughter in Burlington.Poetry
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Inconsiderate Acts
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Snow in August
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