ISSUE 15: FALL 2011

Fiction

Warm and Clear, the Night

The name his mother gave him formed the only fixed position in a passing sky, the connecting points given but the boundaries between merely suggested.

Chekhov’s Confession

Even if he was only staying one night as the guest of Madame G, Anton Chekhov’s arrival in our town created a sensation.
Poetry

Two Poems

Dear Amazon.com Customer

Three Poems

Encomium, from the Front Porch

Two Poems

Untoward

Three Poems