I awake to a view gone blank, all but the nearest coast erased, as if the world about us sank, slipped mistily beyond our gaze, and left our condo on the brink. The window netting gently sways, caressed to motion by the lan- guid breeze. A salty crusting stays on sill, on sheets, on skin. …
Jones —on reading Alex D. at Jones Beach State Park, Field 2 I took your book, Love, to the windswept beach. Grains of sand hurled themselves deep into its spine. Pages fluttered— feathers and pages, papery wings inked in fire. A single cloud slid across the bluest of skies, darkening the …
by Jonathan Gourlay I decide to climb down the gorge, past the rice paddies and water buffalos, to the rocky canyon where nothing grows. Beautiful day. Clear skies framed by the mountains on either side of the gorge. Children run around the square paths formed by earthen walls surrounding the paddies. They throw stones, trying …