...Stan Beyer © 2006 the minnesota review 2006 Shopping for a Watch For Fred Pfeil (12/5/05) I've been shopping for a watch For months. My last one had A small blue light So I could anchor myself And chart my course Through those nights When sleep hides elsewhere In...

...Jessica Rae Bergamino © 2014 Jessica Rae Bergamino 2014 Jessica Rae Bergamino Sex Dream with People Watching Here is the net. Here is the knife you’ll use to cut yourself from it. Here is the temptation to stay. Here: a shell the color of your modesty: a fan to...

...Trista Foster 2005 the minnesota review 2005 37 Trista Foster Feathers and Hair Abuse is watching the Pilgrim's Pride chickens bundled together in their box-wire crates...

...Francine Witte © 2010 by Virginia Tech 2010 Francine Witte Why Kiley Roberts Left Me for Dead Maybe the moon knows why. Moon sits all night in the sky and watches and watches and sees everything. I know the moon saw the last of Kiley Roberts as he edged himself into the pickup round...

...Carmen Giménez Smith © 2008 the minnesota review 2008 25 Carmen Giménez Smith Moonrock My father stood watch over night’s deficient tidepool: the weight of it so upon him, he locked himself in the car to...

... together, Watching the trees burn. And they say witchcraft Doesn’t last, but we cast spells In curse words, dirty looks, And bruises. We call it love and yell from The rooftops of our lungs, Chase each other against The flames and our shadows. Our...

..., I kissed faceless what I thought for years was the true Madonna saying prayers before I pulled back my bedding, washed off my make-up. I watched her disappear over time, smear into a red window. 2. In art...

...Doug Paul Case © 2015 Doug Paul Case 2015 Doug Paul Case It’s Friday Night and thanks for inviting me, Katie, via drunk text to the bar where undergrads watch the games and drink underage, where tonight there are so many gay guys and it’s okay because it’s summer and the frat boys...

... the crowd, the more alone I will feel. Today I stand in the shadows watching the young ones dressed in black, their ragged black flag fluttering in February’s breeze, as they march by Beating on plastic buckets like bratty children. I am old enough to...

... voices quaking the earth as they dragged his father’s corpse to a faraway place. Abdul Qasim remembers feeding his mother’s goats when rockets ripped the roof of their house, when his mother, now dead, choked the air with his name. Umm Salimah remembers watching her son play...

... eyes. Little sheep brain likes to watch me eat three hot dogs at the Galaxy Café but not the buns. We exit quickly past the incubator chicks who hatch-re-hatch their too-small tender wings. Usually is our favorite word. A day starts like this: open mouth aerobics in the...

...-shocked in the fig trees  /  but if i was quiet enough  /  a french song would crawl through  /  his muddy diaphragm  /  after school i would watch his gangly body  /  perched upon his favorite plastic covered couch  /  near the window  /  looking out at the...

... Every other day to slowly turn The Goldmine into a bodega, While I manned the counter and the yuppies, doling out Parliament Lights till 2 a.m. The 26-year-old you hired Made me look older, but he only wanted to watch Living Color On shrooms, and to get in my mouth. Can you tell me...

...David Keplinger © 2006 the minnesota review 2006 David Keplinger Finger The Ghost of Hamlet's Father worked the night shift At the grocery store. You could see him Weighing lunchmeat in the deli section. What a falling off that was, to watch...

.... Croix tee shirts, visors; a camera hung around Dad's neck. I stood upon the bottom rail, rested my elbows on smooth lacquered wood. Mine another white face looking down at their black faces, all of us watching the shimmer of quarters we...

... weeds & Queen Anne’s Lace, dust rising off the road them, like forgetting, some unknowable sound like an illness. Like smoke. Know: that leaves them digging faster for their mark. what rises moves away, not up. To watch it go is to know...

... workers’ equipment: five hoagie shaped sweepers all with dislodged handles like torpedoes, there was an arsenal of window cleaner, and an ant motel in the corner. As Heather and I slipped inside, I thought of my grandfather’s broken watch. His refusal to take it off, even in the light of...

..., slap my back. Paul had 9 siblings, 1 twin, 1 good Catholic family. I used to try to say the Rosary like his mother did, while he stole other kids’ lunches. I wanted Jesus to be mine, get me things I wanted, make me good at football, fix my teeth. I watched her...

... used to be the most beautiful waitress —​ we had a car that dressed in high school gowns. A year after she died I watched a man jump from forty-two stories and vanish into a plummeting window. Adrian’s thirty now, spends his time crawling around in the sky which he says is a...