about the crab apple and orchard blossoms back home
our late magnolia losing the race at the gun of every spring
coming in for us now after her sister blooms have flagged and dropped
As if I could make it out from under this killer blue sky
bedside vigils heckled by catcalls and whistles of the stranger-
birds that I do not and do not want to know
She recalls the flute song of the thrush at dawn
something we both cherish and know will be long gone
before the trees' fruit darkens and falls
Winter scraps for the faithful black and all too common
crows that never leave and never fail
to remind us of their calling
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Issue 69
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Ace Boggess
- David Bottoms
- Melissa Crowe
- Gregory Djanikian
- Allison Donohue
- Susan Grimm
- Scott Hightower
- Henry Kearney, IV
- Cindy King
- Stephen Knauth
- Nina Lindsay
- Marissa Simone McNamara
- Catherine Pond
- Emily Ransdell
- Adam Scheffler
- David Starkey
- Phil Timpane
- Sally Van Doren
- Martha Webster
- Abigail Wender
- Bruce Willard
- Mark Zelman
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FICTION
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ESSAY
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REVIEW
- David Rigsbee reviews Incomplete Strangers
by Robert McNamara
- David Rigsbee reviews Incomplete Strangers
Issue > Poetry
Phil Timpane
Phil Timpane lives with his wife in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, where he works as a building contractor and designs and builds new poems. His work has appeared in Atlanta Review, The Cortland Review, The Philadelphia Inquirer, upstreet and Valium. He was a winner of The Atlanta Review’s 2007 International Publication Award.Poetry
Bruce Willard
January Bus Ride
Fiction
Mary Ann McGuigan
The Broken Place
Poetry
Catherine Pond
Eidolon