Hello! This gorgeous issue marks the second collaboration between Philadelphia Stories and the Free Library’s annual One Book, One Philadelphia program.
Pete was thin,
just muscle, dark skin and anger,
stuffed inside an ancient Iron Maiden The Number of the Beast t-shirt,
When I was younger, I was always leaving my shoes
behind, always, though, with a good excuse.
I leave you standing on the curb
step over the border of river rocks—
He packed up the years in one suitcase
at summer’s bloom left everything undone
I stood still & wooden in the empty yard
exhausted by the sudden drought
We moved to Philadelphia from an Indian village
& shipped our big old tomcat, Senge.
I’m surrounded by you, Indiana.
You’re heavy in the trees tonight.
Over northern Canada, she may feel most alone,
although it is the longest day of the year
Beauty was hard for me to find on a spare cot or in the back
of a truck, when I had no home. & then I did,
A chauffeured Jaguar, white, awaits.
For now I tend my own modest rose.
Poems at the door, early, late, gather.
A dream ladder climbs. Ten wishes rise.