Issue 8
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T. Faye Haefner, To Daughter
Tresha Faye Haefner To Daughter After Jacqueline LyonsTo daughter is to duty.To swear loyalty to the country of your parents.To believe without quotation.To populate each passport with the sayings of your feet.To daughter is to speak the language of the father,to darn the worries of the mother. To drive the oxen into the wilderness,feeding on…
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T. Faye Haefner, Egg
Tresha Faye Haefner Egg I felt in need of a long journey, so I sat still for three days. – Hafiz I felt in need of a long journeyso I watched the snake break from its diamond -colored egg and slither through several new skins. I felt in need to learn a new languageso I…
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L. C. Luzajic, Pantone: North Africa
Lorette C. Luzajic Pantone: North Africa The souk, jasmine and cinnamon. Gentle brine on the breeze, and orange blossoms, and blush wine. I stretched out like a starfish in my raspberry brocade bed at my east gate hotel. The ceiling was a labyrinth of flowers. I asked my hosts if I could borrow a corkscrew:…
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R. Turner, return to the questions
Robin Turner return to the questions Robin Turner makes poems and poem-like things in Dallas. Her chapbooks: bindweed & crow poison (Porkbelly Press) and Elegy with Clouds & (Kelsay Books). Recent work appears in Anacapa Review, Unlost, and Pithead Chapel. She is a teaching artist currently working with writers from the Cancer Support Community of…