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THE EMPTY ARMCHAIR
CYNTHIA NEWBERRY MARTIN
With sudden clarity I see myself as Matisse’s Invalid, without a face and with only heavy, somber colors to define my existence, lying in a room where an empty armchair reminds me of the choices I’ve made... MORE

TRAVELOGUE, DAY BEFORE DEPARTURE
A POEM BY HILARY DOBEL 

ROBINSON JEFFERS
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REVIEWS

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Summertime
by J.M. Coetzee
Reviewed by David M. Smith

Frankly My Dear
by Molly Haskell
Reviewed by Thomas Larson

The Sound of Freedom
by Raymond Arsenault
Reviewed by Harriett Green

FICTION

A Gate at the Stairs
by Lorrie Moore
Reviewed by Shaindel Beers

Marvelous Hairy
by Mark Rayner
Reviewed by Mike Frechette

 POETRY    

The Watchful Heart,
Irish Poets, Poems and Essays
edited by Joan McBreen
Reviewed by Grace Wells

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DARWIN
THREE POEMS BY MARILYN KALLET

WINTER
MICHELLE CACHO-NEGRETE

It seems to me that what I want is small, yet immense: that generations of children should hear the wind hum through winter trees, should compose songs of snow and moon, should witness the geometric sketching of animal and bird tracks over white frigid fields....  MORE 

ON A DRY STREET
A POEM BY MRB CHELKO

NO FURTHER NEED FOR NICETIES
EDWARD MC WHINNEY

“No further need for niceties” had mutated into no need for approbation, hence a free reign at scribbling with no conciliatory attitude to the world: the critics, the hangers on, the bloggers. Socrates left no books. Writing for others is ridiculous....  MORE

DON’T BREATHE, DON’T DIE
RAMESH AVADHANI

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