ISSUES | spring 2016

The Waste Land and Other Poems by John Beer. Canarium Books, 2010, 128 pp., $14 (paper). Who Said by Jennifer Michael Hecht. Copper Canyon Press, 2013, 88 pp., $16 (paper).…    read more

“My Junco”
“In Tennessee”
“Lakewood Path”
“Autumn”
“Sandhill Cranes”

“The Field”
“Tabula Rasa”
“In the Open Wound of the World”
“Blade Set to Tear Away the Good Flesh”

“Inheritance”
“Arriving in Canada”
“Language Loosened Back”
“The Motel Clerk Gets Bad Reception of Cleveland 100.7 FM”
“Dead Language”
“Song of the Dead Office”
“Greetings from the End of the Line”

During Prohibition, Granny Wiskowski sold bootleg gin out of her living room and, at the end of her life, she was still a skilled gambler. The night she won a…    read more

While we worked we uncovered wild garlic and snails and small new prodding flowers. Every material thing here is bound or connected to the past via bloodlines, via deep ruts…    read more

I didn’t know it at the time, but his compass was already set east, toward the Israeli army, and that very spring he made aliyah to Israel and became a…    read more

Giving tribute to the past is older than the pyramids. We can safely guess that it’s older than the most ancient known treasure-laden burials. Since the beginnings of civilized life…    read more

He likes Spandau Ballet, and he loves Kershaw and Collins and Sting. But it’s Sade that he most wants to see. Sade is for grownups, David thinks. Her music is…    read more

Now it happened their oldest girl was one-eyed, but she was the most wakeful and sly, Lilith, so Snake Satan dispatched her one evening to spy out Jack’s movements and…    read more

My friend Megan is my lifeline, the only person I can tell about my nocturnal cruising of the cyber world—not porn sites or chat rooms but my lover’s e-mail accounts…    read more

Scrambling under the bar in search of his upper left molar, dislodged and sprung with this latest punch, his nosebleed now mingling with the beer-slops, Arnaud has a vision: a…    read more