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
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
for some time now it's been / just you / and these goddamn birds.
-Charlie Smith, "Just Now" 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
"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
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
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
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
Look inward, already the curved / keepsake is growing.
-Ray Amorosi, "About Angels" 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
No one needs to answer to eternity
-Emmanuel Moses, translated by Marilyn Hacker, "from Preludes and Fugues ..."
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
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
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
Finishing all of your sentences /
as if they were questions, he accuses you /
of changing the subject.
-Patrick Moran, "Dopplegangster" 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
Between radius and tumored ulna, /
crepidis softening bone to sponge . . .
-Laurie Clements Lambeth, "Not to Praise" in Number 77
Hello to generations that etcetera as we watch.
-Jennifer Militello, "A Dictionary at the Turn of the Millennium" in Number 77
Little evening, I walk across the stone bridge, helloing the river, without thinking
-Melissa Kwasny, "Clairvoyance (Little Evening)" 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
Nights on the farm /
eggplants unbutton and sing
-Molly Bashaw, "Every Time I Have Never Been Here Before" in Number 77
Now you hunger / no longer, for the green is all fingers, and the fence / of the body sleeps
-Mark Irwin, "About" 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 considered myself lucky to notice /
on my walk a mouse ducking like a culprit . . .
-Billy Collins, "Thieves" in Number 77
I know an echo that wants to change its mind.
-Dara Wier, "Are You Happy?" in Number 77
Singular we are / stunning. In horde / we are dense differing / dream.
-Emily Rosko, "Timbered" in Number 77
As if I know what /
I'm doing, he marries /
me.
-Lucy Anderton, "Not Something To Be Captured . . ." in Number 77
the HMOs even now closing in, /
the border ever receding.
-Kevin Ducey, "W. Benjamin opens for the Plasmatics" in Number 77
Johnny flashes diamonds and gold / Frankie knows only what her mother said
-Robert Bense, "River Town Longueurs" 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
So much is happening in secret, but right before our eyes.
-David Keplinger, "Near the Amphitheater in Gubbio" in Number 77
Fiction Elizabeth Oness Protect and Serve "The man walked toward a car that Ramsey thought couldn’t be his . . . a beat-up Volvo with a bumper sticker that said Comfort the disturbed. Disturb the comfortable."
Ron Savage American Daredevil “If you’re breathing, you’re a daredevil.”—Noah Laws after his first public jump.
Dan Pinkerton Law of Averages “I’m in a hurry to get there. I’m just not in any rush to come home.”
Poetry “It is new to be beautiful” Kary Wayson Bob Hicok Sarah Gorham Nance Van Winckel Barbara Claire Freeman Catherine Wing Chard deNiord Kevin Prufer George Eklund Deborah Bogen Allan Peterson “history keeps / handing me its mirrors” All this and more.
Cover art by Angie Renfro. Until Another Day. 2007. Oil on panel. 24” x 16”. Courtesy of the artist and Huff Harrington Fine Art, Ltd.
Table of Contents
Fiction
Elizabeth Oness Protect and Serve
Kelly Luce Amorometer
Dan Pinkerton Law of Averages
Ron Savage American Daredevil
John Kinsella Memorial
Pankaj Challa Reunion
Mary Cross Doing the Loop
Gary Fincke Smart Boy
Poetry
Allan Peterson Such Occurrences
Kevin Prufer Ars Poetica Love Poem
S. E. Smith Introduction to Semaphore But Pilgrims Never Suffered
Kary Wayson The Lives of the Artists
Bob Hicok Errands Aubade with whales
Lauren Barrier Standing on a Candlelit Barn Now a branch,
Wayne Miller The Mind Sliding The Fever
Sarah Gorham Floaters Floating City
Deborah Bogen Asylum
Read Blinn Earth and Sky
George Eklund Climbing the Tallest Pine From the Face of a Painter’s Hour
Michael Chitwood Where I’m Coming From Go in Fear of Abstractions
Barbara Claire Freeman Blindness and Hindsight Heraclitus
Alison Powell On the Desire to Levitate Darling, at the Inn After Shakespeare’s Venus and Adonis
Sandra Meek Live Performance
Catherine Wing Self-Portrait Drag Enough
Christopher Howell Bon Voyage The Paradox of Place
Allan Peterson Placemat Exclamation
Tomaz Šalamun Toad Stool “To swim, to be highbred”
Laurie Capps Little Company Confession Twenty-Seven
