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riverbabble 31
Bloomsday Issue
Lin Nelson Benedek:
Dear River Merchant's Wife
Crossing the River at Prairie du Chien
Dennis J. Bernstein:
Crossing That Final River
Peace Treaties
Rafael Jesús González:
La luna alumbra pero no calienta / The Moon Lights but Does Not Warm
Para sacerdotes de Xochipilli difuntos / For Deceased Priests of Xochipilli
Matthew Harrison:
A child in Oporto
Wanchai Post Office
Deborah Dashow Ruth:
Fire Blight
The Hard Day
John Oliver Simon:
Mayflies
If What
Anne Whitehouse:
Reprise
The Last Swim of Summer
Dee Allen.: Skeletal Black 2
Mikki Aronoff: Through the Window, Birds
Felice Aull: At the Frick Museum
Wendy Bourke: a pebble on the riverbed
Andrew R. Crow: Marilyn, alone
Juan Domingo: Having a Smoke with Quetzalcoatl in the Garden
Roberta Gould: My Chinese Teacher
Majel Haugh: Neighbor
Ed Higgins: Under the Eaves
Glenn Ingersoll: Six Haiku
Maureen Brady Johnson: Rescuing Beauty
Babo Kamel To get to her
Blake Kilgore: Dead Decades
Megan Merchant: Disappearing in Three Acts
David P. Miller: Before Anything
James B. Nicola: When the Pebbles Moved
Marjorie Power: Potholes
Ruth Sabath Rosenthal: I Too, Am One Acquainted with the Night
Karen Shepherd: Unrequited
John Swain: Before the Flame
Larry D. Thacker: I worry a little
Phibby Venable: Samuel
Fiction
ROF-LTAO
Dead Man's Clothes
Robin Wyatt Dunn: The secret to smoking
M. A. Istvan, Jr.: Fear and Indolence in 2006
John Laneri: A Walk Through the Forest
Larry Lefkowitz: A Minyan of One and a Third
Ken Poyner: Between Seasons
Mitchell Toews: The Margin of the River
Flash Fiction
Chess Match
The Bridge to Gratitude
Roy Dorman: The Valued Customer
Tania Moore: Fairway
Anthony Rubino: R. McTodd, Poet
Essay
Jim Ross: The Constipated Mathematician
Cover
Brown Eyed Girl by Mitchell Toews
Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket
he turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Cold oils slid
along his vein chilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt
cloak. Well, I am here now. Yes, I am here now. Morning mouth bad
images. Got up wrong side of
the bed. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. On the hands
down.
Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that?
Valuation is only twenty-eight. Towers, Battersby, North,
MacArthur:
parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on a sore eye. To
smell
the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near
her
ample bedwarmed flesh. Yes, yes.
JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, Calypso, 2734-2743.
Pandemonium Press
2nd printing available on Amazon.com
or from
the publisher: pandemoniumpress@gmail.com
Leila Rae, editor
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