James Wesley Clark left this world January 28, 2021, in Arnold, Maryland, where he was being treated for complications of Alzheimer's disease. He was a poet, journalist, bookseller and collector, chef, and family historian. He was also long known and loved for the...

Island of Cows-São Miguel, Azores Primavera tries to cross past the wireto reach the fallen golden nêsperas.I stroke her head. She nibbles my clothes. HerMaya-blue irises beam through my heart.She licks my cheek with her warm, softsandpaper tongue. She and her pals...

One of our dear editors died in his sleep January 27. J. Wesley Clark published some 400 poems in a writing career that began in El Paso and Mexico City as a stringer for the wire services in the early 1960s. Prior to that, he served with the 82nd Airborne as a...

Lopsided I live in a world of my making. News reaches meand crawls away to make space for more; a cat resides there, maybethe ghost of my former cat, or a stray sleeping with my husband;I prune plants in order to see the foldable cloud-filled sky; housestranspose...

—after Hanif Abdurraqib The last night I drove him home, I took a wrong turn, crisscrossing Baltimore, wondering if he noticed how many times we’d passed the arboretum.His eyes were as bright as ever, and his chin was peppered with the wiry excuse of a...

Congratulations to our Pushcart nominees for works published in 2020! Prose Fiction: “One Small Death before the Plague” by Pam Gullard Fiction: “The High Atlas” by Matthew Raymond Poetry “Yellow” by Jan LaPerle “The Look” by Eric Weil “Incident Report” by Gary Duehr...

Do you know— what happened to my portable hot-tub? she asks,the one that filled in four minuteswith a bottom like a waterbed? I shakemy head. She enters my stalland backs me against the tiles. Someonetook a knife to it. I keep soaping,hoping my intimate attentions...