Milk Shake Issue no. 216 Spring 2016 I am never lonely and never bored. Except when I bore myself, which is my definition of loneliness—to bore oneself. It makes a body lonesome, that.
The Woman Who Couldn’t Describe A Thing If She Could Issue no. 216 Spring 2016 We have a house. There is a roof and there are windows. I think they are square. You can see through them, that’s for sure. There is a door to go into and out of the house. It works both ways. And oh, a floor.
Two Poems Issue no. 176 Spring 2006 Oh my god, it’s Paris by moonlightEven the trees are drunk and walkingA single pink slipper floats down the Seine
Paris by Moonlight June 1st, 2016 Mary Ruefle’s poem “Paris by Moonlight” appeared in our Spring 2006 issue. Her latest collection is Trances of the Blast.Oh my god, it’s Paris by moonlightEven the trees are drunk and walkingA single pink slipper floats down the SeineWhat kind of tre…