Acts of War

“No, he did not know, as his mother and father did, what it meant to truly be afraid for one’s life.” A short story by Becky Tuch.

Matrimonial Agency

She fumbled for the bedside lamp as her husband asked who was it now, for the love of Pete, and what made college students think they could wake up their professors in the middle of the night. She kissed his forehead and told him it was probably one of those wrong numbers again. People should really know better than to drink and dial, she said, knowing that her little joke, like previous attempts at cheerful intimacy, would most likely fall, to use a biblical expression, on uncircumcised ears. He rubbed his nose and mumbled something into his pillow, rolled over and resumed snoring, first softly, like a baby, then with rapidly increasing vigor. She cupped the phone in both hands and whispered a hesitated hello into the receiver.

Revelations

“And the moment I was able to look them / in the eye, they opened theirs, // as surprised as I was to find themselves alive.” A new poem from Jon Swan.

Cows

“The problem was excusable, almost: / that they thought there should be a place / in the world that would welcome them. / But why?” A new poem from Steven Kleinman.

Gazing

“so now we […] may nightly observe […] the deft undoing of what we once / had thought would long endure.” A new poem from Jon Swan.

Two Poems

“And then there will be another election, / and then the takers of bribes will be shown the door, / or possibly fed to the dogs.” Two new poems from Stephanie Burt.