WINTER 2018                                                                                                                              issue 32





Snowy Owl by Lola Chivallek

riverbabble 32
Winter Solstice Issue



Poetry


Dee Allen.:
          Jade Horizon
         Malevolent Wish

Darren C. Demaree:
           not every dark outline is shore
           near your eyebrow

Nancy Flynn:
           Of What Is Past, or Passing, or to Come
           Verge

Rafael Jesús González:
          En el Paraiso / In Heaven
          Luna llena del ańo nuevo / Full Moon of the New Year

Matthew Harrison:
           Reflections in a Lisbon street café
           Berlin tram

James B. Nicola:
           The Quality of Paper
           Nursery

Anne Whitehouse:
           Let the River Run Its Course
           Light in August

Changming Yuan:
          Northern Skyline
          Walnut

Suzanne Bruce:    While Walking at Lynch Canyon

Wayne Burke:    The Shadow

Antonia Clark:    Antaretica

jd daniels:    Architectural Salvage

KJ Hannah Greenberg:    Drinking Pickle Juice

Gregory Owen Pearse:    The Strad

Ed Higgins:    Backyard

David P. Miller:    One Picture

Suzanne Nielsen:    Thread-bare as a Habit

Sunayna Pal:    Biswasjogyo

Janet Reed:    The Unfixables: Dad and His Red Corvair

d. n. simmers:    For I was drunk on the steady flood of talent

John Swain:    The Watershed

Fiction

Travis Hedgecoke:    Leaf's Width

Don Noel:    Sirens

Ken Poyner:    The Curious Commitment

Mitchell Toews:    In the Dim Light Beyond the Fence

Scot Walker:    Nothing More Tragic

Flash Fiction


Jeannette DesBoine:    Mama's River

Roy Dorman:    The Purloined Pizzas

Edward Mycue:    It Is Time

Scot Walker:    Living on the Rim

Essay

Edward Mycue:    Love Song For a Queer Nation

Jim Ross:    Unfolding, Recoiling

Cover

Snowy Owl by Lola Chivallek



He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall. Make a summerhouse here. Scarlet runners. Virginia creepers. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur. All soil like that without dung. Household slops. Loam, what is this that is? The hens in the next garden: their droppings are very good top dressing. Best of all though are the cattle, especially when they are fed on those oilcakes. Mulch of dung. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Dirty cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in that corner there. Lettuce. Always have fresh greens then. Still gardens have their drawbacks. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday.

                                                        JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, Calypso, 3085-3094.


| Submissions | Contact Us | Archives | BLOGS