by BENJAMIN PAGE Each morning, provided the weather is right, I take my coffee onto the terrace to survey the West Lawn. I glance at the pond by the eastern redbud trees, the ivy growing along the rotunda. I listen … Continued

by SUSAN COMNINOS after William Wordsworth’s “Nuns Fret Not”   Within the sonnet’s scanty plot of ground someone sings off-tune. Someone’s plotted novel flips off-road. Someone’s plot to leave a neutral town — paved over, by shift in plot to … Continued

by Amar Benchikha I am sixteen, Leonora seventeen, both of us unmarried. And because we live with our respective families, we meet regularly in an abandoned little shack to share intimate moments. Neither one of us has any real interest … Continued