Issue 28 | Spring 2023
Listen to This
David Wojciechowski
after Attention!, Janik, 1958
Not the sound of a real cricket, but an electric one. That’s what I’m hearing. The stone against stone. I don’t think we’re ever going to see a reason. We learned to hold hammers, then we learned to hold more. Strange the mind’s ability to learn aerodynamics. Stone to metal, metal to blood. The sounds become brass. Brass and canvas. We traveled this far on a thing we can’t see. We followed it to this point. Falling and then a sad, sad voice. A moan from the depths. Sounds grow faster, a crowd of people call for an end. The smoke clouds are the only real things we see.
About the Author
David Wojciechowski is the author of Dreams I Never Told You & Letters I Never Sent (Gold Wake, 2017). His poems can be found in Bateau, HAD, Hobart, Rejection Letters, Willow Springs, and elsewhere. David is a freelance graphic designer and can be found at davidwojo.com and on Twitter @MrWojoRising.
Prose
Excerpt from Marriage Marina Mariasch, translated by Ellen Jones
Torch Song of Myself Dale Peck
The House Nikki Barnhart
Excerpt from Fishflies: the Men of the Riverhouse Marream Krollos
The Chinkhoswe J.G. Jesman
Tijuana Victoria Ballesteros
Agónico Marcial, 1960 - 1994 Israel Bonilla
Excerpt from Fieldwork Vilde Fastvold, translated by Wendy H. Gabrielsen
Reflections in a Window Cástulo Aceves, translated by Michael Langdon
The Waiting Dreamer Blue Neustifter
It Being Fall Matthew Roberson
Plans for a Project Bo Huston
Poetry
As Beautiful As It Is
every woman is a perfect gorgeous angel and every man is just some guy
Big Tragedies, Little Tragedies &
A Sudden Set of Stairs &
Hyde Lake, Memphis
Cover Art
A Different Recollection Than Yours Edward Lee