..:: CONTENTS ::..

..:: POETRY ::..
Charles Bernstein
  The Bricklayer's Arms
kari edwards
  from: obedience
David Harrison Horton
  Articles of Favorable Treatment (February 1912)
Mark Kanak
  Ensemble 
  derating curves 
  support bearing 
  Juniper 
  paunsdorf, the six or the eight 
  weimar
Friedrich Kerksieck
  Fifteen ways of water: 
  aspirations
Yung Seoul Kim
  Midnight Jade 
  On Asian Pears
Sundin Richards
  A Rooster In The Garden
  Looting Mary-Celeste 
  Hillbilly Dictionary 
  The Ruination Of My Right Arm   
  Pluviculture
Jeremy James Thompson
  Febrifuge & Foxtrot 
  PEEPERS (lick the candy mirror) 
  Beloved: Refrain\ you are a reel of film 
  Schmaltz Routines 
  Wearing the antique guile hat 
  Moon Shine (V/T)arnish

..:: PROSE ::..
Adam Benforado
  Ornament
Martha Clarkson
  Pigment
Todd Scott Moffett
  Divine

..:: ART ::..
Wes Tilson
  Cycling Mandalas

..:: REVIEWS ::..
J. Mara Goldberg
  Lyn Hejinian, The Fatalist 
Chad Lietz
  Claudia Keelan, The Devotion Field 
J.D. Mitchell
   Stephen Ratcliffe, Portraits & Repetition

..:: ETC ::..
  Contributor's Notes
  Legals
 

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
  Volume I, Issue I
  Volume I, Issue II

 


Midnight Jade
Yung Seoul Kim

     

1.
Non-sequitur living, please—
             has its uses—She noticed he
 
longed for applause
             in the dinner
 
             party insight
perfectly candied.                       
                                       Verdant
 
neon after-
dinner mint                   
                                       on the mating habits
 
of ducks—She
           
             let’s admit it, did
 
too, longed for the echo.   Lovely
                       
                          longitudes ajut
                          after midnight.  A dark,
 
this cusp of luxe              amid urgent
 
 
2.
                          mind.
 
That’s all.  Ablaze in his warmed—Hands
interrupt the speed of an amber-toned evening
 
ambushed.  He takes her upstairs.
 
                          Glassed walls
are just that. 
                          Glassed once, glassed twice, glassed
 
gone.  Go
 
then go—he told her.  About
             his father
             fifteen years earlier
                                        who said this
to his mother.
                                        Go then, go.
 
He spoke the phrase with great calm and consideration.
 
Mother’s name was Jade
color of deep
                          emerald
 
stone                
where every year cut
 
like a gem.  Both shes
 
3.
remember the son’s precision. 
It dwelled. 
                          The body’s accuracy is what he trusts.
                          He entered
 
feral and lost
                       
and her eyes open
on his amazed instincts

                                                   at early morning light.

  

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