White Ginger

by Joseph Stanton

Picked ginger, a glory of fragility, perfumes,
ever so briefly, a person or a room.

There are those who avoid the odor,
but for me it’s a sudden door—

discovered sometimes
on the edges of my lawn— Continue reading

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by Angela Nishimoto


Blue butterfly with black, brown
And green marks. Carried by the breeze and
Her own limp exertions, she beats
Her wings dizzy without sugar-fuel for

Two days. Blown from continental beach
Out to the Pacific Ocean, she opens her wings, closes.
Swooped upon by the god-wind, she cannot resist.
She is lepidopteran, an animal, so she must eat. Continue reading

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Golden Autumn

by Paula Goldman

after Monet’s Impression, Sunrise (1873)

Each morning when the sun streams
into the bedroom from the lake,
I see Monet’s Impression, Sunrise.
How he did it in one sitting! No,
he was standing at a window
overlooking the harbor at Le Havre. Continue reading

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The Pool

by Delphine Hirsh

It was hot. So hot. Triple digits by eight AM. The twins and I sat on towels in the car to avoid burning the backs of our thighs. I “held” the steering wheel with my fingertips. The twins had rivulets of sweat lacing their ears when I kissed them goodbye at the schoolyard and drove away. Continue reading


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by Stan Galloway

He wasn’t sure what had led him here. He knew only that he had to get away from Cape Town, from the campus, from the Aquarium, from the flat, from everything that reminded him of her: Ingrid. He had driven the old Citroen mechanically, turning on whims, and hours later sat on the rocky beach looking south where he knew Antarctica lay 7,000 kilometers away, in its safe stability of ice. A stability he coveted just now. Continue reading


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