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I remember that phrase, cracked his head open, which the grown-ups repeated, and which seemed both more and less than what really happened. Sharper than a blow, say, or a thump. Something razor-edged and irreparable. Cracks are small and insidious, the start of some unforeseen disaster, like the cracks in the earth’s surface from which volcanoes erupt, craggy and molten. Or even the sidewalk in front of the Shop Rite, that was now upended, churned through with dirt and dry, dead earthworms and rotten tree roots; to be avoided, circumvented, dangerous. As if, having been weakened by that first fissure in his soft skull, the whole rickety job could come undone at any moment. J E S S I C A H E N D RY N E L S O N
Caitlin Bailey
Eleanor Leonne Bennett
Willy Conley
Anya Groner
Stuart Nadler
Seth Perlow
Ben Purkert
Stan Sanvel Rubin
Greg Schutz
Elizabeth Weld
Corrie Williamson
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P O E T R Y
9 STAN SANVEL RUBIN | Celebration A Brief History of Music
12 CAITLIN BAILEY | Grete Asks the Hard Question This is the House
32 CORRIE WILLIAMSON | Scala Naturae, or Southern Vivisection The Mole, The Sweet Potato, and the
Possibility of Allegory
44 SHELLEY PUHAK | Guievere, Facing Forty in Baltimore, Writes to Lancelot Guinevere, After Arthur’s Appointment with
the Specialist The Court Physician Interrogates Guinevere
48 DAVID MOOLTEN | The Robber Bridegroom
78 SETH PERLOW | Dear Future Self
82 MATT ZAMBITO |
95 BEN PURKERT | Slow Accretion of Color in a Mind Borderless but at the Very Edge of Things Disassociated Self-Portrait from Ten Thousand Feet Shown an Image of an M&M Wrapper, a Subject Salivates
F I C T I O N
7 ELIZABETH WELD | Primary Education
36 ANYA GRONER | Gorilla and the Protégé
57 GREG SCHUTZ | The Sweet Nothings
84 STUART NADLER | Airplanes
N O N - F I C T I O N
14 JESSICA HENDRY NELSON | If Only You People Could Follow Directions
R E V I E W S
100 CHRISTOPHER ARMITAGE | Inward of Poetry George Johnston & William Blisset in letters
102 EVAN GURNEY | That Was Oasis
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6 ELEANOR LEONNE BENNETT | an electric s
26 WILLY CONLEY | Human Sign Language Series
49 ADITYA SHRINGAPURE |
77 ELEANOR LEONNE BENNETT | high simple
94 ELEANOR LEONNE BENNETT | rekinde
106 Contributors
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ELEANOR LEONNE BENNETT | an electric s
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ELIZABETH WELD
Primary Education
left, girls on the right. Crayons and pencils were waiting inside each of
ink, “These are for you to keep—Sincerely, Mr. Windenmeyer.”
in a furious knot of brown hair on the back of her head.
down the row toward her desk. “Girls have a harder life than boys,” he
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ing right in on the knot in her hair. “How they manage to keep such long
to cry, my dear,” he said to Sarah, whose eyes were closed against fat,
embarrassed tears. “Kids, this will just take a minute,” he said to the rest
of us, who took his kindness as an invitation to forgo our own seats and
crowd around him and Sarah, our arms touching, all of us breathing on
said to Sarah, who was now looking cautiously at the group of us.
“My name is Mr. Windenmeyer,” he said from the front of the room
left inside your desk.
Quietly, Sarah laughed, and then we all laughed, relieved, at least
in my case, to see that her suffering was over, and because we now knew
everything we needed to know about Mr. Windenmeyer, which was that
he was kind and would not embarrass us.
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A Brief History of Music
one time or another.
Suddenly, after months or years of longing,
we decide to get Eurydice back,
we go searching
all over the dark city.
The bells of night ringing in our brain.
Now there is this.
of a saint, the wanton recklessness
Nevertheless, like a hero
in the moment of cosmic illumination,
all your trumpets blaring,
you see her move behind a smoky curtain.
waiting. Maybe her crude heart
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has not been split like yours
into two parts,
a tempo for each longing.
Maybe you open
the wrong door by mistake,
and rush in.
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JESSICA HENDRY NELSON
If Only You People Could Follow Directions
The motel is flamingo pink, stucco walls dripping with humidity; the
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tepid water and staring up at the rain clouds that rush by. The muscular
white sun squeezes my head like a stress ball. Yesterday, a temperamen-
tal Broadway actor leaped from the fortieth floor of a New York City
high rise only to land, broken but alive, in the bed of a candy-red Dodge
Charger. The story was on every news station. The media psychoana-
the irony of his situation, the soap opera script, which is pretty much
blaring trumpet solos, frenetic sound bites from a nearby highway. Even
the foliage is offensive. The leaves are as big as platters and so bright
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leon capering around a drainpipe. Curtains wave and draw open on the
third floor.
unbalanced, always with an apolo-
other out at just the wrong time, when one or all of us is about to go over
the deep end. My mother, my brother and me. This reminds me of the
way my extended family tends to gather only for funerals. We do a lot
JESSICA HENDRY NELSON 15
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less black kelp, choking and sputtering, a monstrous pale hand suddenly
wrenching me free, tossing me across millions of miles of space into a
different hemisphere, a different planet, then a second of shimmering
exultation before the break.
My mother smears cream cheese onto a bagel at the wobbly glass table
next to the pool and worries aloud about my brother, Eric, alone in our
motel room.
She does.
Eric was recently kicked out of the sober community he has been living
searched his car outside of a 7-11 after a friend was caught trying to
swipe a seven-dollar bottle of sparkling rosé. That was six months ago,
bound.
dorm room, where they like nothing better than to huddle together on
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WILLY CONLEY | Poretto Beach
29WILLY CONLEY | Old Kart Track
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The Mole, the Sweet Potato,and the Possibility of Allegory
potatoes, a hole chewed
through the skin of some,
wedge of orange meat
where a mole encountered
at the end of his nose bumping
straight into that subterranean
mother lode, blindly caressing
the tuber with the branched
mitts of his hands, scenting out
its complicated rough contours,
snarl, gnawing into the soft
are the shade of a harvest moon
low on the horizon. He eats
awed, but when he leads
the other moles here to share
in the tunnel, vein teeming with dark
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blood towards a heart, there is only
an empty socket, a room whose walls
are soil, faintly fragrant.
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The Sweet Nothings
Valerie met Mack thirty years ago. She was studying elementary
education at North Carolina State, and he played right tackle—second
string—for the Wolfpack football team. They were partners in a chemistry
lab, a required science credit Valerie had overlooked until this, her senior
year. Mack, meanwhile, was a freshman, a hulking, overgrown boy from
the western part of the state. He had a stiff brown brush of hair and a face
forehead and cheeks.
Still, he was an athlete, and on Tuesday and Thursday mornings
she watched him navigate the crowded hall and narrow classroom aisles
tackle graduated, Mack would be promoted to starter—if he maintained
his grades. Valerie suspected that she, trained to cajole children into
learning through charm, trickery, and force, had been made his partner
in order to protect him.
to her bordered on reverence. He wrote down measurements as she called
earned a B-minus, he asked her to a movie.
had once described her as an ample girl
Miracle on 34th Street
her and covered her hand on the armrest with his. His palm was warm,
heavy, and damp.
experience was new and disorienting. What did Mack see that other boys
“Tell me what you love about me.”
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be coaxed into speaking through clear commands. Still, the request was
sincere.)
“Hey now.” He plucked at his lower lip as if trying to draw out the
True.
But he was good at other things. His hand at the small of her back
between her thighs with a gentleness so unlike yet so necessary to the
Lover. That word, its ponderous romanticism, had a way of sneak-
together, the smells. Ample lover, she thought.
Her parents, Diana and Ned, lived in nearby Cary and approved of
Mack in the same simple way they approved of nearly everything Valerie
called Saluda, the son of a machinist and grandson of a logger. He rarely
mentioned his family.
“She wants to talk to you.” He held the phone out to Valerie.
Mack, hovering over her shoulder, stole the phone away.
of trouble bound them together somehow.
That summer, Mack tore ligaments in his knee during a blocking
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Valerie placed her hand on his thigh. Love was a new muscle sewn
Mack was simply there, as steady and unremarkable as the summer heat.
squeeze.
“Stay with me,” she said.
Diana were less inclined to judge. They were easygoing, affable people,
well-matched. “He makes you happy,” Diana said at Thanksgiving. She
watching a football game. Something had happened. They pounded each
other on the back, whooping.
“He does.” Valerie dug a corkscrew into a bottle of gooseberry
wine.
say this with apparent conviction than that she actually feel convinced.
Later, Valerie would recall her early years with Mack as the happiest
of her life; at the time, however, they rarely seemed so. There was, for
with and made smaller still by their shared bulk, their inability to pass
from the kitchenette to the closet-like bathroom to the futon sofa that
doubled as their bed without brushing one another. There was the terrible
anxiety that overtook her each morning as she left for work, to stand
alone before a room full of kindergartners, the rows of little upturned
whether she cared to or not.
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STUART NADLER
Airplanes
Sunday copy of the Times on a lark at a grocery near his home in the
South End. Hers is the featured home in the Sunday section devoted to
But none of her. This, even now, is surprisingly disappointing.
miniature, does his best to understand the comics. He reads slowly,
haltingly, but with a sense of determination that leads Marc to believe
the boy will be bright. Jack enjoys the old classics, the same strips that
Marc enjoyed at the same age, before his interests were consumed by
sports, and then girls, and then, apparently, the real estate section.
Garfield. The Far Side. Spiderman. The boy reads with his fingers
against the paper, tracing the dialogue bubbles up and along as the story
paper, and shows off how the ink can be bled away, like a printing press
in reverse. Even after hundreds of applications, the boy still finds this
process fascinating.
thinks. While he is at work, the two of them sit around here, at this table,
listening to the stereo, dancing in the kitchen. Now, Janet is sleeping in.
roommates sharing a child, a statement she levied without any theatrics
This is his gift to her: time away. Still though, he has everything ready for
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pancakes, so that if she emerges ahead of schedule he can fall swiftly into
Both of them seem to know this.
The boy asks this because Marc is wearing the apron Janet gave him
to remove it.
have hamburger pancakes.”
This makes Marc laugh, but then, hearing in his head the strenuous
tone his wife assumes when trying to be the disciplinarian, he stiffens,
a cunning ability to incisively diagnose some nagging psychic itch of his
that Marc has wondered if he can train the boy to see through the fog and
give him his own small desk and his own bank of small monitors. Late
this. But then, there are other moments, such as what he awoke to this
somehow to get the poor thing to move its lips like the talking animals on
television—when the opposite is proven true.
“Houses in the paper.”
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Shown an Image of an M&M Wrapper, a Subject Salivatesthe mind is so easily
off deer
from a herd, the one
the herd guessed
but never
said anything & they
let the mind be
ravaged, this way
they might
stand a chance
& it was so
freeing to look on
with no mind!
the parts
being eaten in
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sequence, the jaws
closing on
the very little
bones of
the mind & when
the herd left to
roam they
fell sideways, their
mouths oh-so-close
in the grass
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CHRISTOPHER ARMITAGE
Joyous FeastingInward of Poetry: George Johnston & William Blisset in Letters
432 pages; $29.95 paperback
inward mind of the poet into a visible form, and eventually become a pub-
Inward of Poetry, which documents the 50-year friendship
between George Johnston and William Blissett, illuminates this process.
The two men met as doctoral candidates at the University of Toronto in
1945-46, and advanced together to become professors. Despite this shared
history, they differed greatly in lifestyle. Johnston spent most of World
bought a car,” with which he could eventually “do everything but park &
[was] nearly ready to take the Test”! Their lifelong exchange of letters—
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to 1972, while the remaining chapters are organized into distinct themes.
Fairie
Queene, which he had read eight times by the 1950s and on which he
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the expanding recognition of Canadian poetry; the tenth details “Travels”
who studied under both men, serves as a narrator, providing helpful links,
analyses, and notes at the end of each chapter.
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Johnston, who became a professor at Carleton College (later Univer-
carefully shaped poems, usually short and rhymed. Many of them he sent,
increasing immersion in Scandinavian languages and dialects, and his
adaptation of their skaldic verse forms, such as the dróttkvætt, in his
persuade Blissett that writing short stories was not his forte.
Blissett headed the English Department at Huron College in the
wide-ranging and distinguished record of published books and articles,
he edited the University of Toronto Quarterly from 1965 through 1976,
contributed papers at conferences and supervised numerous theses. His
Lolita
have read every book by D.H. Lawrence with the exception of Lady Chat
(sic).” His many reading recommendations to Johnston include Her Privates
We Lord of the Flies by William Golding. He was
also an inveterate traveler to England and Europe; in one sabbatical year he
Electra “left me a nervous wreck, but otherwise unmoved.”
Inward of Poetry has been meticulously produced by The
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McVey as “McVeigh” after meeting them during a visit to Huron, where
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Blissett, now 90 himself, continues to publish and present papers on a
regular basis.
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EVAN GURNEY
No Desert of Dry VerseThat Was Oasis by Michael McFee
That Was Oasis.
No matter how enlightened or liberated your reading habits, it still feels
odd, even a little disconcerting, to have so much fun reading poems. Con-
the sublime heights of his paean to pork skins, “the apotheosis of the
epidermis”; cigarette butts as “used-up hyphens fallen out of conversa-
That Was Oasis.
(as in “Salt” or “Gravy”) or its persistent musicality (with homages to
Earl Scruggs and Thelonious Monk, among others), be sure to revel in its
riotous personality, its verbal experimentation, its sheer pleasure in
seriously
funny.
whimsy, these are poems with weight and heft to them, many of them
sad and profound, others intensely lyrical, and all of them artful in their
phrases, they work so well because he folds them into otherwise tight and
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at the inevitable griefs of life, his deft touch with irony capturing the
fullness of human experience. Much of this counterpoint is achieved by
a (sometimes irreverent) spiritual vocabulary that infuses the work with
a sense of the sacred. Tinged with melancholy, and haunted by a familiar
specter of mortality, That Was Oasis possesses an urbane humor that is
knowing but not analytical, wise without condescension, born of a deep
love and understanding of people, their quirks and psychoses—even, or
The poems themselves are often centered on some small domestic
action on the periphery, gesturing at a larger narrative. His perspective
is at once acute and insightful, alive to the lyrical moment, mining the
psychological depths of the everyday while also spanning a lifetime. His
of “bunk” or references to spooked copperheads creeping down into
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fying breadth and encyclopedic fullness. Unhurried but never slow, the
the reader never feels the need for an oasis. Each poem refreshes in its
own way; this is no desert of dry verse.
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self returning to the beautiful “Bibliotaph,” with its tight quatrains in
short measure stacked up like a pile of thick tomes, bound together by
reading “Hydrotherapeutical,” a testament to his tonal range and
thematic texture. The poem is composed of a single, melodic, languid
plow back and forth...slowly laying open the same long slippery furrow.”
Note the casual gesture at boustrophedon here, as laborers turn their
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could toast the brothers Jacuzzi.” The poem might have ended there in
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tural conceit has suddenly shifted into a somber register, and though the
speaker remains buoyant in his water and his wine (“age-bruised fruit”),
row of earth.
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tive portraits of domestic relations, the witty celebration of language, the
on the rest of the volume, it feels set apart somehow, a new project, its
he has included the same number of sections as batters faced by a pitcher
who throws a perfect game. He shows off an impressive command of
pacing and a formal versatility as he makes his way through the sequence,
mixing in the occasional changeup for balance (a gangly, mawkish
Thomas Wolfe as batboy!), and weaving a rich chronological tapestry
Cobb, Dock Ellis, Willie Stargell, Nolan Ryan, and others—but instead
the bright-eyed old man in the stands who keeps a precise box score.
and here the aged scorekeeper transforms into a bardic surrogate: “he
watches closely, then he writes”; he lisps in numbers, for the numbers
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few hours, for a few months,” his own verse is a worthy stand-in for a
cosmic game of life, sitting there in the bleachers, watching, watching,
marking down our errors and our triumphs, preserving it all, “part of a
neatly-tallied sum.”
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CHRISTOPHER ARMITAGE, who joined the UNC-Chapel Hill faculty
in 1967, specializes in seventeenth- and twentieth-century English and
University in 1967. His recent publications include The Poetry of Piety:
An Annotated Anthology of Christian Poetry, which he compiled with
UNC alumnus Rev. Dr. Ben Witherington; and “Blue China and Blue
Oscar Wilde: The Man,
His Writings and His World, edited by Robert N. Keane.
CAITLIN BAILEY Water~Stone
Review. Her work has previously appeared or is forthcoming from
Bateau, Lumina, Paper Darts, Poetry City, USA, Vol. 2, and elsewhere.
She is learning to live in the woods after many years in the city.
ELEANOR LEONNE BENNETT is a 16 year old internationally award
winning photographer and artist. Her photography has been published
in the Telegraph, The Guardian, BBC News Website and on the cover of
books and magazines in the United States and Canada. Her art is also
exhibited globally.
WILLY CONLEY Deaf American Poetry,
Modern Haiku, Urbanite, Kaleidoscope, American Theatre, The Deaf Way
II Anthology, Deaf World, The Washington Post, The Baltimore Sun, The
Tactile Mind, and No Walls of Stone. His most recent book was Vignettes
of the Deaf Character and Other Plays. He is currently a professor of
liberal arts university for deaf and hard-of-hearing students.
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ANYA GRONER Ninth Letter, The Rumpus,
Juked
her second time gambling.
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versity of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. He is the former editor of The
Carolina Quarterly.
DAVID MOOLTEN Primitive Mood, won the T.S.
2009. He is a physician specializing in transfusion medicine. He lives,
STUART NADLER is the author of the story collection The Book of Life
and the novel Wise Men, which will be published in early 2013.
JESSICA HENDRY NELSON
journal, The Fiddleback. Her work has been published or is forthcoming
in The Threepenny Review, Crab Orchard Review, Painted Bride Quar-
terly, Drunken Boat, Alligator Juniper, Fringe, and elsewhere. She was a
Alligator Juniper’s
lives in Vermont.
SETH PERLOW
variety of journals and anthologies, including Horse Less Review, The
Common, elimae, Opium, The Cortland Review, TextSound, Revista
Respiro, and New Pony: A Horse Less Anthology. His chapbook, Robot
Portrait of Homo Futurus
doctoral candidate in English at Cornell University, where he studies
appeared in Mantis, The Wallace Stevens Journal, In Media Res, and
Convergence.
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SHELLEY PUHAK is the author of Stalin in Aruba, winner of the 2010
The Consolation of Fairy
Tales,
appeared in Alaska Quarterly Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, Southeast
Review, and many other journals.
BEN PURKERT
in The New Yorker, Denver Quarterly, The Awl, Spoon River, New
Orleans Review, DIAGRAM, and elsewhere. He holds degrees from
One Good
STAN SANVEL RUBIN Hidden
Sequel, a Barrow Street
work in Poetry Northwest, Agni Online, The Laurel Review, Supersti-
tion Review, Cider Press Review, and Hubbub
Water~Stone Review.
GREG SCHUTZ
His stories have received special mention in both Best American Short
Stories and Best American Mystery Stories, and his recent work can be
found in Ploughshares, Sycamore Review, and New Stories from the
Midwest
is the title story.
ADITYA SHRINGARPUREis a mixed media artist and his focus is on urban decay, renewal, and
architecture. He has a BS degree in Telecommunications from the
University of Bombay and a Masters degree in Computer Engineering
from NC State University. His works have appeared in various exhibits
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works in Brooklyn, New York and is an active member of Madarts.org,
an arts collective.
ELIZABETH WELD the Gettysburg
Review, Crazyhorse, Arts & Letters, Fourth Genre, Shenendoah, and
The Writer’s Gym
The Southern Review. She is a writer and editor who lives in Tempe,
CORRIE WILLIAMSON
appeared or are forthcoming in The Southeast Review, Fourteen Hills,
cream city review, 32 Poems, and elsewhere.
MATT ZAMBITO
poems are forthcoming in Crazyhorse, Arts & Letters, Barrow Street,
and Birmingham Poetry Review. He writes from Spokane, Washington.
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I remember that phrase, cracked his head open, which the grown-ups repeated, and which seemed both more and less than what really happened. Sharper than a blow, say, or a thump. Something razor-edged and irreparable. Cracks are small and insidious, the start of some unforeseen disaster, like the cracks in the earth’s surface from which volcanoes erupt, craggy and molten. Or even the sidewalk in front of the Shop Rite, that was now upended, churned through with dirt and dry, dead earthworms and rotten tree roots; to be avoided, circumvented, dangerous. As if, having been weakened by that first fissure in his soft skull, the whole rickety job could come undone at any moment. J E S S I C A H E N D RY N E L S O N
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