Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
Dostoyevsky
Fall 2008
Table of Contents - Vol. IV, No. 3
Poetry Translations Fiction Essays
Howie Good
Burn
Arthur Jaz
For Liz G.
Robert S. King
The Gravedigger’s Pay Dirt
Graveyard Shift
The Gravedigger’s Plot
Deborah P Kolodji
Day One Encounter
Painting an Autobiography
Adam McGavin
No Soy Sauce, Chopstick Please
Gregg Mosson
Depression at 7 A.M.
Margaret S. Mullins
Family Constellation
Metamorphosis
Sergio Ortiz
The Idiot
Before Darkness/A Trilogy
Constantine Pantazonis
blue line
small treasure
sheila smiles
J.R. Pearson
Train Wreck
Paint
Two Dreams of Ohio
Shelley Puhak
Dearest Ellen
Miss Perkins’ Resignation Letter
My Life with Perseus
The Lady Laudanum-Drinkers
Alan C. Reese
Half Empty
Is That A Whimper?
Witt Wittmann
His Hand
Günter Eich
Think About It
Dreams
Messages of the Rain
Pigeons
Taking Stock
Where I Live
Katie Hines
My Name is Bib
Charles Levenstein
Housekeeping
Adelaide B. Shaw
Illusions
Christopher T. George, with reminiscences by Editor Geof Hewitt
Quickly Aging Here Retrospective: Geof Hewitt, Joe Cardarelli,
and a Poetry Anthology that Originated in Baltimore
Danuta E. Kosk-Kosicka
A Note on Translating