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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 1, March 2019

Tish Davis
Concord Township, Ohio, USA


The index finger on my right hand is determined to shape itself into a right angle. How much time do I have before it succeeds? On those nights when these thoughts leave me grieving, angels come and carry me through the pain.

my darkness
with fire lamps . . .
my favorite poets take turns
turning their pages

Before they leave, I invite them into my kitchen and with my best finger, I point. "This enamel-topped baker's table from the 1940s was my grandmother's."

Only invited guests may touch the treasure. But only poets, after tracing its minimalistic, stenciled fern-and-floral border, can gauge the depth of the red. Only poets, after wrapping a hand around the now restored white wooden legs, can determine the age of the tree. Only poets can feel the long and short scars, the exposed gray bone along the table's red edge.

stretching strudel
kneading dough
my grandmother's song
in a native tongue
I understand only now



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