Issue 115

Everything inside a mountain

has the right to be forgotten, but I have
the right to know, to access, make the coal seam

public.

Paul Desmond was a famous jazz musician.
He could play altissimo, the highest register.
His tone was light as a soul leaving the body.

But what is wrestling

if not an embrace? It’s too dark to know
you have the same face

In the garden, love is dirt and rain: through every wet blossoming Joanna hears children singing—