O. on Screen

by Peter Weltner A shepherd’s sorrow, classic and bucolic.  His tune arches like a paper bridge over a silk stream. Seedlings growing, meadows blooming.  See ewes bleating after lambs and cows lowing after calves.  Watch cocks strut, bulls rut, bucks fart–a touch of anti-pastoral always works, though cuckoos have to sing, of course.  So:  on a woodland set, ripe with flowers, the best of bone and blood plays his lyre and weeps. Next, a much gloomier scene pictures an opening in a wood, the darkness impassable like a bleak corridor you’ve seen in a dream one night or another, the … Continue reading O. on Screen


by John McKernan Accomplished   If I were a  Kurd   I’d be dead If I were dead    I might be a corpse in Heaven Hang gliding over Troy trying to forget My earthly skeleton with its graying wisps Its swollen ankles    Sick old buddy whose Lapses and failures embarrass even friends Pardon me   Would you pass me that mirror The one with the electron microscope Over there    Next to Constellation Orion? Maybe I’m not even there   Maybe I’m not Even . . . .   The blue butterflies speed by So fast    They always make me drop This tin bucket with one … Continue reading ANOTHER OTHER DAY AND NOTHING STILL

So Careful By the Window

by Michael Tritto Sheep and horses in a rolling mist, the power of oak trees, their remembrance, “The hand of God is green.” Lifts of light, its thousands of stories, each blade of grass making room for sun, their palms raise toward the sky. We’re used to laughing, you know. Old Henry and his quizzical face, not knowing when he’s not alone, asking a poor sheep for directions, “Look, I seen you there many’s a time you and your curly hair, sipping a pint, ya know”. Sheep lie on the turf some forty feet from any other, rainbow marked for … Continue reading So Careful By the Window


by Paul Sohar The future is tucked under her skirt and not in the leaves that curl in her hands as the gypsy girl unravels your palm and grieves for your sins. Nothing succeeds like a succession of lies paving the way to a dramatic climax where she ties your lifelines in a knot, for she knows the tracks don’t just speed off for no good reason at all; when they hit the wall of tomorrow her grin is always there, soft and cold like dusty snow, and if you try to look for tealeaves among the fast folds of … Continue reading THE FORTUNE TELLER’S ELUSIVE CHARM


by Paul Sohar The black-padded bench has quit its post by the glass-topped coffee table in an executive anteroom to wander out to the corridor, and it’s slowly ambling through the icy frenzy of a business day. The black imitation leather of the padding seems to mourn something never born yet able to power the four slender steel legs without even moving them, and now the bench crawls unstoppably in the glass-lined corridor of shapeless fears and hopes, slithering over memos, project plans, and the toes of carefully guarded memories, the tongues of crippled dreams; nothing can stop the bench, … Continue reading THE OFFICE BENCH

Measure of a Man

by Joshua Mattern Rick Stanley had an aisle seat.  He hated aisle seats.  He hated them, and he suspected that the airline companies knew this, and that they took great delight in having their pilots call over the intercom and say, “Those of you on the left side of the plane,” and insert your chosen majestic image here.  He took to his aisle seat with silent contempt, and hoped that when they flew over the Rockies the sky would be buried under a heavy cloud cover.                  Shortly after getting situated, a young woman sat down in the window seat … Continue reading Measure of a Man