Table of Contents


Views and Mechanics
Publisher's Note
Editor's Note
Review of Coventry
Review of Virginity Or Death!
Review of Imperial Reckoning
Poetry
Politico
By Beth L. Block
Peonies
By Natasha S. Garnett
A Foreigner in the Street
By Tony Zurlo
Sand Hill Cranes and Other Eccentricities
By Jaqueline Powers
On Sleepless Nights
By Joy Harold Helsing
I Don't Want To Be Hughes
By Joe Koch
Fiction
Baseball Games and One-Eared Cats
By Pete Laffin
Beige
By Dawn Merrow
Geezer Cage
By Scott W. Alten
Sandlot
By J. Conrad Guest
Dinosaurs and Barbie Dolls
By Michelle McMahon
Burlesque Show
By Stanley P. Anderson
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A Foreigner in the Street
By Tony Zurlo

He is a foreigner, she knows
not from his casual dress or height,
but his large egg-shaped eyes,
green like lazy lotus leaves.
And when they shift to look at her,
the blue sky frames his tanned face.

She knows because his nose is long
and angular and flared like a stallion.
His hair is a bleached-out brown
from too many hours under the sun,
and his hips sway with a western rhythm,
a swagger unlike any Asian gait.

From him radiates an energy for being,
an offer to seek the universe squeezed
into a shell and turn customs upside down,
to walk defiantly through Tiananmen
and shout nonsense at officialdom,
to feel the passion that awakens life.