• Now you hunger / no longer, for the green is all fingers, and the fence / of the body sleeps
    -Mark Irwin, "About" in Number 77
  • I live in the laundry room, this half of it. Scott, Paul's dad, he rigged up a wall, a pre-fab from Home Depot, and Paul and I leaned it in place while he tightened the screws. I like to be helpful.
    -Chris Gavaler, "The Hole It Would Leave" in Number 77
  • Your memory of the dead man is a child's balloon, and where is that off to?
    -Marvin Bell, "The Book of the Dead Man (Decomposition)" in Number 77
  • Myra bent down to look into a shell. The ants each had bits of meat on their backs. They dropped off the side of the porch into the grass.
    -Jane Delury, "Ants" in Number 77
  • Look inward, already the curved / keepsake is growing.
    -Ray Amorosi, "About Angels" in Number 77
  • As if I know what / I'm doing, he marries / me.
    -Lucy Anderton, "Not Something To Be Captured . . ." in Number 77
  • He was also the one who dispensed sugar cubes / of Salk vaccine when the whole world / lined up single-file up and down the block
    -Leonard Kress, "Law of Resemblances" in Number 77
  • the HMOs even now closing in, / the border ever receding.
    -Kevin Ducey, "W. Benjamin opens for the Plasmatics" in Number 77
  • If there were not a nest of pillows then the / Persian flaw would be a sweeter scald.
    -Theodore Worozbyt, "Cavalcade of Stars" in Number 77
  • Max Donaldson was a waxy, whiskey-logged financier who knew his son not to be stupid, and knew himself to be less stupid than his son. He blamed the mother.
    -Tess Wheelwright, " Max Donaldson and His Son" in Number 77
  • Johnny flashes diamonds and gold / Frankie knows only what her mother said
    -Robert Bense, "River Town Longueurs" in Number 77
  • Finishing all of your sentences / as if they were questions, he accuses you / of changing the subject.
    -Patrick Moran, "Dopplegangster" in Number 77
  • This is the woman who listened to your report of every clue Nancy Drew encountered, every turn in the path of detection. You approached each retelling as a test. Why?
    -Claire Guyton, "The 7 Stages of a Parental Visit" in Number 77
  • I considered myself lucky to notice / on my walk a mouse ducking like a culprit . . .
    -Billy Collins, "Thieves" in Number 77
  • The dead man is of the future, but he will not breathe a word of it.
    -Marvin Bell, "The Book of the Dead Man (Kiss Kiss)" in Number 77
  • for some time now it's been / just you / and these goddamn birds.
    -Charlie Smith, "Just Now" in Number 77
  • So much is happening in secret, but right before our eyes.
    -David Keplinger, "Near the Amphitheater in Gubbio" in Number 77
  • "Thanks for calling, sweetie," says Russell. "Is it very hot there?" he begins to ask, but she has already hung up the phone.
    -Christine Byl, "Tell Me Something about Arizona" in Number 77
  • The robberies started during the hottest time of the year ... The first victims were an Indian family, and all around the wealthier suburbs, other Indians looked up at their houses and wondered ...
    -Akshay Ahuja, "The Gates" in Number 77
  • I know an echo that wants to change its mind.
    -Dara Wier, "Are You Happy?" in Number 77
  • There are worse things / than music, you tell me, / reaching for the knife / I find I'm holding in my hand.
    -G. C. Waldrep, "The Dream of Egypt" in Number 77
  • Singular we are / stunning. In horde / we are dense differing / dream.
    -Emily Rosko, "Timbered" in Number 77
  • No one needs to answer to eternity
    -Emmanuel Moses, translated by Marilyn Hacker, "from Preludes and Fugues ..."
  • Nights on the farm / eggplants unbutton and sing
    -Molly Bashaw, "Every Time I Have Never Been Here Before" in Number 77
  • Little evening, I walk across the stone bridge, helloing the river, without thinking
    -Melissa Kwasny, "Clairvoyance (Little Evening)" in Number 77
  • We grew from large children into adults. Now halfway back to / children again. Boxes full of the litter of our lives are scattered about. Like / on that day we first opened the door.
    -David Shumate, "Moving Away from Home" in Number 77
  • Between radius and tumored ulna, / crepidis softening bone to sponge . . .
    -Laurie Clements Lambeth, "Not to Praise" in Number 77
  • One dawn / when I jogged along the towpath by her boat, / a nightgown waved from splintered ice.
    -Henry Hart, "Winter of Discontent, England 1978-79" in Number 77
  • Hello to generations that etcetera as we watch.
    -Jennifer Militello, "A Dictionary at the Turn of the Millennium" in Number 77
  • Greta called acting normal glossing over the truth. She called it forgetting. I called it facing reality or moving forward, Greta said I was living a lie, and so on . . .
    -K. F. Enggass, "I Hope To God You Smoke" in Number 77
  • For a map, we say we used to run fast, / so fast we had to leave it there.
    -John Gallaher, "Everything You Know That Isn't True" in Number 77
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Issue Number: 77

Fiction

Christine Byl     Tell Me Something about Arizona     “Thanks for calling, sweetie,” says Russell. “Is it very hot there?” he begins to ask, but she has already hung up the phone.

K. F. Enggass     I Hope To God You Smoke     "Greta called acting normal glossing over the truth. She called it forgetting. I called it facing reality or moving forward, Greta said I was living a lie—and so on . . ."

Chris Gavaler     The Hole It Would Leave     "I live in the laundry room, this half of it . . ."

Poetry

"The dead man is of the future, but he will not breathe a word of it." Marvin Bell   Molly Bashaw   Billy Collins   Dara Wier   G. C. Waldrep   Emily Rosko   Emmanuel Moses translated by Marilyn Hacker   Ray Amorosi   Melissa Kwasny   Mark Irwin   Jennifer Militello "Hello to generations that etcetera as we watch."

Cover art by John Dowd. Florida Orange. Oil on linen. 16” x 20”. Courtesy of the artist and The William-Scott Gallery

Fiction

Tess Wheelwright
     Max Donaldson and His Son

Jane Delury
     Ants

Claire Guyton
     The 7 Stages of a Parental Visit

Akshay Ahuja
     The Gates

Christine Byl
     Tell Me Something about Arizona

K. F. Enggass
     I Hope To God You Smoke

Chris Gavaler
     The Hole It Would Leave

Poetry

Melissa Kwasny
     Clairvoyance (Your Word)

Mark Irwin
     About
     Helmet

Emily Rosko
     To Pasture
     [The world is deceived with ornament]
     Timbered

Leonard Kress
     Surplus
     Law of Resemblances

Jennifer Militello
     A Dictionary at the Turn of the Millennium
     A Dictionary of the Garment

Marvin Bell
     The Book of the Dead Man (Decomposition)
     The Book of the Dead Man (Kiss Kiss)

Robert Bense
     River Town Longueurs

G. C. Waldrep
     The Dream of Egypt

Billy Collins
     Drawing You from Memory
     Thieves

David Shumate
     Seven Essential Fairy Tales
     Moving Away from Home

John Gallaher
     Everything You Know That Isn’t True

Dara Wier
     Bevelled, Windowless, Cruciform Bunkers
     Lovers at the Crossroads
     Are You Happy?

Emmanuel Moses
     de Préludes et fugues, Cycle A
          from Preludes and Fugues, Cycle A
          translated by Marilyn Hacker

Ray Amorosi
     In His Own Acre
     About Angels
     Crickets

David Keplinger
     from “The Crown of Light at Assisi”
     Near the Amphitheater in Gubbio

Henry Hart
     Winter of Discontent, England 1978-79
     Cell Phone God

Kevin Ducey
     Berlin’s hanging upside down
     W. Benjamin opens for the Plasmatics

Patrick Moran
     Dopplegangster
     Administranger
     Vernaculiar

Laurie Clements Lambeth
     Not to Praise
     When

Theodore Worozbyt
     Cavalcade of Stars
     Identifications

Molly Bashaw
     Letter to a Farm
     Every Time I Have Never Been Here Before

Lucy Anderton
     Not Something To Be Captured, Did You See the Signs?
     Close Catch

Charlie Smith
     Just Now
     One Spell

Melissa Kwasny
     Clairvoyance (Little Evening)

 
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