Issue: Summer - 2012

Horse racing, sister detectives, and Japanese puppetry feature in new stories by Andrew Plattner, Laura van den Berg, and S. P. Tenhoff. Essays include Shara Lessley’s essay on ballet dancing and Elizabeth Bishop’s poetry, “One Cluster, Bright, Astringent,” and Ted Sanders’s “The Playroom: A Diagram,” a playful mapping of domestic space. New poems by Albert Goldbarth, Bonnie Bolling, John Surowiecki, Bruce Bond, Daneen Wardrop, Jared Harel, Kimberly Grey, Phillip B. Williams, and many others. 

Meredith Pardue

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Who carries a telephone book with them when they are running from a war?; A Survey: The Lingering; What's Left Behind; (Poetry - page 361)
A Development; The Home Front; Swarm (Poetry - page 444)
A Fan, A Hair Dryer, an Air-Conditioner: Feast of the Pentecost at Target Supercenter (Poetry - page 484)
A.F (Her Lear); The New Eugenia (Poetry - page 359)
Aria (Poetry - page 443)
Barbas (Poetry - page 477)
Confetti (Fiction - page 418)
Convalescence; Cyclops; (Poetry - page 478)
Egyptian Bowl with Figs; Reconciliation (Poetry - page 412)
Felled Tree; Michigan (Poetry - page 392)
Getting It Done; Finishing Touches; (Poetry - page 449)
Graphology Relapse Four: Walking the Backs/Hollow Earth; Penillion of His Last Harpsichord; Penillion of Night (Poetry - page 463)
How I Became King (Poetry - page 416)
Kurobe and the Secrets of Puppetry (Fiction - page 491)
Living beside Water (Poetry - page 461)
Maximalism: A Romance (Poetry - page 368)
My Years in Tacoma, without Exaggeration (Poetry - page 535)
One Cluster, Bright, Astringent (Nonfiction - page 467)
Opa-Locka (Fiction - page 369)
Our In at Paballelo; Rehoboth Seascape, 10:00 AM (Poetry - page 388)
Straw Poll, I Swan (Poetry - page 414)
Thanatophobia on Shinbone Valley Road (Poetry - page 366)
The Playroom: A Diagram (Nonfiction - page 397)
The Red Hijab; Broken; Lost; The Compound (Poetry - page 437)
This Kind of Maybe (Poetry - page 482)
Transverberation; Goose; Turkeyville; Walk (Poetry - page 531)
Wound! Out from behind two crouching masses of the world the word leapt; Somehow, We Are a We (Poetry - page 529)
Paintings (Art - page 452)