January 1, 1984

Speaking of Sounds

By William Hathaway

For Holley Haymaker So you like that muffled echo, like a runlet’s faraway drizzle into a cavern’s inky pool, which is the steeped coffee’s little fall in the pot? And […]

January 1, 1983

Achilles after Death

By Yannis Ritsos

He’s so tired of it all. What good is glory to him now? Enough. He’d known his enemies and his friends—his supposed friends—only too well; knew that, behind their praise […]

January 1, 1983

Most Glow / Vessel

By Albert Goldbarth

1In the hickburg airport, a crucifix once past the guards and bleepers became an unscabbarded dagger at a throat. You bet they check every metal mote now!, so a real […]

January 1, 1983

The Lines

By Albert Goldbarth

Jean answers. Bob isn’t home. But would I like Arlene to say hello?   Great. Prime-time long-distance rates and I have to wait while Arlene decides if the receiver is […]

January 1, 1983

The Last Installment

By Don Bogen

Remember our lamp, its frowzy Victorian hat of a shade? Nights in that drafty stained-glass parlor I’d read aloud in the fringed glow while you sewed. We might have been […]

January 1, 1983

Net

By Don Bogen

When they step out from apartments facing the park a little awning goes a ways with them. Carpet massages their soles. A uniform stands ready to call them a cab. […]