kɑrtˌʰwil (cartwheel)
Phoebe Reeves
One more Cassandra calls cities to herself.
Piles of casework tumble off her knees.
She sees Carthage, Cartagena, Casablanca
coming to her the way cartilage loosens
Bars Poetica (Abridged)
Anthony Velasquez
1. Think what you’re going to drink before you order. Have a plan, then execute it. Don’t be that kid from A Christmas Story who gets the deer in the headlights stare when Santa asks what you want. Nothing makes bartenders and mall Santas more pissed off than indecision.
Two Poems
Cara Losier Chanoine
My therapist thinks that running
is a metaphorically resonant
part of my life,
as though the physical act
were an analog for avoidance.
“midnight, dusk, dawn”
Tohm Bakelas
1.
Downtown, after midnight,
along Broadway, under
artificial light, past benches
the clocktower, and empty
parking lots, there are ghosts
that walk again.
