the gape of the art
of the gold green turning
leaves in the cluster
the dense texture
of webbed cob
and spider hiding
in purple
cleavages
of grapes
waiting for taste
some kiss of sun
out of mist
its own web
hanging over the valley
an accident of light
echoing grey hair
succulent
or very real
spider
calculation
to be alive
each chance incident
in the vineyard
a dancing
About the author
Allan Johnston's recent trips have taken him to southern California (where he grew up--his wife and he hiked to Skull Rock), Vermont (where they…
Read the full bioIssue 10 · September 2010
Table of contents
- From the editors
- Poetry
- Postcard Prose
- Travel Notes
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- Postcard Prose
By Kory Wells
The local tour guide believes in leather boots with wide toes. Sturdy
soles. Protein for breakfast.
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The young sailor said he would give me a modicum of love if I let him use my body as a harbor.
- Postcard Prose
By Kory Wells
The ticket seller would prefer to meet the guests outside, order them shortest to tallest, take the most boisterous by the hand.
- Poetry
The skull-like villa lost /
in a garden of dreams, /
so seem the isle’s cimitero: ...
- Visual Poetry
By Jason Warren
So here is the brief life / of men: what follows / went before of / that we know / nothing
- Visual Poetry
By Sarah J. Sloat
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