Maryann Ullmann is currently the Out of the Forge Writer-in-Residence in Braddock, PA and holds an MFA in Fiction at Chatham University where she served as the 2011 Margaret Whitford Fellow. Her work has appeared in Cultural Survival Quarterly, Halfway Down the Stairs, Permafrost, and Prime Number, among others. She traipses restlessly around the globe with an imaginary llama named Svenz who feeds on alfalfa and dulce de leche. Her most stable home is maryannullmann.com.
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By Henry Walters
We followed her in, a stray, the fattest & first, the temple cat./ In a niche by the altar she crouches, watches them come: the/ mad parade we’d wanted, this troupe of heretics — the ass,/ alpaca, gyrfalcon — unbroken line of celebrants, creatures ...
By Ksenia Rychtycka
Mother comes to me as I’m making honey cake, / measuring out sugar then whipping eggs. / Never mind that Mother left this earth / eighteen months earlier...
By Rimas Uzgiris
The trolley bus won’t go. / Its reins have fallen from the wires.
By Maryann Corbett
I miss things: swooping, diving, passionate voices/ in several African tongues, so far beyond me/ they might as well have beamed from the constellations.
By Pui Ying Wong
Here’s the river I stepped in more than twice.// I can’t see them but I know the boats/ are going by in the sturdy fog...
By R L Swihart
And now you explore the hidden pockets and come up/ with a City Guide (in English) you picked up in Amsterdam./ Why did I keep that? Where were we going? But she’s/ not there to answer