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Issue 82
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Devi / Ali
- Colin Bailes
- Emily Banks
- Parcerisas / Cassells
- Laura Dixon
- Odio / Ekiss
- Isaac Ginsberg Miller
- Donnelly / Miller
- Mitchell Glazier
- Jessica Goodfellow
- Grotz / Sommer Translations
- Todd Kaneko
- Keineg / Marris
- Elizabeth Onusko
- Colin Pope
- Karen Poppy
- Candiani / Portnowitz
- Elizabeth Ai Powell
- Mike Puican
- Anthony Tao
- Angela Narciso Torres
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BOOK REVIEW
- David Rigsbee reviews Swift: New & Selected Poems
by David Baker
- David Rigsbee reviews Swift: New & Selected Poems
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ESSAY
Issue > Poetry
The Moon Is a Moan
over quiet winter
streets paved with unplowed
snow. inside our bed, the cheap
mattress reveals a furrow
down its middle that we roll
towards. we fall asleep turned
away from each other's face,
watching the peeling walls.
winter of loud words
raised against ceilings,
slammed doors and snow
boots. better cold than in
love when this is what love will
do: turn the neighborhood
into a moonscape
where our voices echo
until a call (miraculous)
is heard and we drive
to the midnight hospital. she
is learning to deliver babies. this,
her first. she hurries into the opening
hospital doors. i meander the car
through streets of steaming
manhole covers, veer away from
potholes, follow the moon down MLK,
Grand River, Joy Road. until,
past downtown's glow, the moon
becomes the mouth of a mother
giving birth. moon of sacrament,
moon of departure.
train whistle in the distance, or
wind. does it make a difference?
the moon grows full
before it's extinguished.