Lost Wallet by Devin Johnston

Obstinate substance
  survives the river,
     survives the astringent

tannery, kitsch,
  dead smelt,
    and silver-fish.

Surviving pleasure,
  its suck
     leaves us thinner

and each bank
  counselled as to
     its flow

concretized to move
  more swiftly, elsewhere
     distressed to slow.

Posts of pale
  duck-egg
     drift past

as money stirs
  the tacky tar
     where once unfurled

a Bourbon flag.
  We have brought
     everything to market.

Cat Balthus & Mitsou When light has come
  I stalk the flies, or steel
among the folds of down
  caloric heat.
  Quite delicate
and full of doubts, I scent a change
from what was here a foreign tinge.
What reason could
  I give / what would I give
to reason? The smoothest manners hide
  some furtive love:
  I know and have
thus arched my back of static fur
against a boot from out-of-doors.

Issue Six

Editorial: Out of Africa

Topography

Harriet Zinnes

Reesom Haile

Michael Smith

Michael Leddy

Frank Rogaczewski

Devin Johnston

Steven Teref

Samuel Hazo

Mechanics of the Mirage

And: The Word from Asmara

And: The Word from India



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