WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow
WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a void I vanished...
A MEETING IN BROOKLYN
A MEETING IN BROOKLYNBy Jayno Miches
In retrospect, he wished it had not occurred to him to ask that fellow any questions. But then again, he also now wished he had asked his questions and left...
THE ARTISTS by Janet Mason
(October, 1926)After dinner, Nan and George refilled their wine glasses with a deep red Bordeaux and went to the sitting room where they waited for their spouses to join them. George put a record...