Issue 29 | Fall 2023
Issue 29 brings flirty game wardens, nuns in a cavern, mysterious transmissions, the world’s youngest knife thrower, the names of Argentina’s rivers, streams, and lakes, the fountain of youth, gray dawns, and ferocious appetites. It’s about war, lies and misinformation, languages and language, erasures, brutal occupations, bad reasons for enlisting, and signs that refract so deeply we can’t trace their path back to the world. It’s about sinister radio signals from the fillings in your teeth or maybe over there among the trees.
Empty Pockets
By Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena
“My wife informed me that my son had a fever. She was agitated and upset. She stayed in bed beside our child all night with her prayer books and rosary.”
Eulogy in Pigtown
By Craig Kirchner
“Sober Monday mornings we discussed Kafka, Sartre, and you. Champagne on ice in case you visited, knowing you wouldn’t. In between sets you read poems.”
“The Curtain Does Not Draw”: Surrealism and Metafiction in Benjamin Niespodziany’s Cardboard Clouds
Review by Peter Kline
“Benjamin Niespodziany’s ambitious and engaging new collection of prose poems, Cardboard Clouds, ushers readers into a world of madcap theater and casual danger where the curtain might rise on all manner of weather and monsters and fantastical impossibilities. “
Bind yourself to us with your impossible voice, your voice! sole soother of this vile despair.
—Arthur Rimbaud, “Phrases”
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Review: The Blue Absolute by Aaron Shurin
Review by Nicholas Alexander Hayes
The Blue Absolute is a languid historical symphony. Shurin’s images flow in these prose poems. He exploits the affordances of the prose poem form – the nature of the lines without breaks to drive images and actions through their dramatic transformations. At times, he handles this change with a deftness that draws me back over the passages as a metonym of green eyes becomes self and mother.