Truth
Hila Ratzabi - { I Don’t Care if Your Memoir is True, and Other Thoughts on Truth and Fiction }
Jessica Gross - { 2 Train, End to End }
Michael Henson - { Maggie Boylan }
Alissa Heyman - { I Married a Skull } { Shortly After the Wedding }{ The Silent Treatment }
Lynne Procope - { Doing It for Love } { The Poet Addresses Saartjie Baartman; The So Called Venus Hottentot. }
Tim Raymond - { Small }
Jaime Warburton - { This Is Not a Poem About a Dream } { - Red Moon Last Night }
Untruth
Shelly Oria - { Integrity }
Sheila Thorne - { Betrayal }
Jennifer Duffield White - { Blue-Sky Treason }
We Don't Know and They
Won't Tell Us
Tamiko Beyer - { We Don’t Know and They Won’t Tell Us ~ Poetry in the Space of Possibility }
Adam Auerbach - { Illustrations }
Simon Perchik - { Five Untitled Poems }
Lynne Procope - { The Mortal Danger of Redheads }
Hila Ratzabi - { I Have to Show My Appreciation to You for Rescuing Me from This Setting }
| This Is Not a Poem About a Dream by Jaime Warburton |
He says, come to California.
You never say, come here.
But you say: let the clock
tick off my name...
it knows more
than any other thing.
I wonder: does it know midnight
meals. Does it know what tomorrow
is. Hazelnut warms
in the kitchen. I’m up
at 3:30. What does my breath
know? Pace? Splinter splits
in fingertips: a cold winter,
hot mugs...that’s what my skin
knows when you’re gone. But
it knows something else: logs.
Tracks. Smoke. Rendering.
You. Is it five o’clock. Are you etching
me in your skin or not. Listen:
You can be everything
you want. But how
brave could we both be, nocturnal
or in sun. Come to me
and we’ll breathe moon air.
Take a plane without calling:
fine. Me, too. The deer
sometimes waits for the train.
For the hunter. The thaw.
I’ll sweep the stairs in spring,
but not before.
