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Issue 77
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
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FICTION
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ESSAY
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BOOK REVIEW
- David Rigsbee reviews The Moon Is Almost Full
by Chana Bloch
- David Rigsbee reviews The Moon Is Almost Full
Issue > Poetry
Andalucia
I traveled back to pink sky
when I knelt amid unbelieving
rabbits, starved, in gardens without drink.
Rabbits' eyes shone, angry with the gods
who made this hillside, scraped it
down, then built pink streets,
pink bricks, stucco with its trowel marks,
walls lining the unclosed burrow of my heart.
Spilled wine the color of cobblestones fallen
from those mountains. Everything
dried, accepted this punishment. I went back,
touched hot ironwork twisted like eyelashes
against sand in the wind. Against
the red eye, high overhead,
the mind of the other.