Spring 2008, Volume 32, Number 1

You silkworm garden. You locust come forth. Scherzo, lucre, typo, zapruder.
Everything I have I don’t. Want to top you off? No, smoochy eyetooth.
Flashlight / called whir. Touch could be ouch in your dictionary. Muddy kiss
& weigh the flesh. / Here’s to tutu and tata, fruit loops and the wire-haired!
We went which way, we bent / at the sea. Please pull the clouds over my
body. Why are you always?

Erica Anzalone is a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She is currently a Visiting Assistant Professor at Drake University, where she teaches literature and creative writing. Her poems have appeared in Denver Quarterly, Pleiades, Sentence, and elsewhere.

Spring 2008, Volume 32, Number 1

Dramatic, Spanish Built Custom Colonial^a

~Pride of Ownership~
8544 Timber Trail
Brecksville, Ohio^b

For showings, offers, and consultations contact: Silvana DiBiase @ 216.347.9990

Lot Dimensions 110×560
Total SqFt: 4000
Year Built: 1990
Construction: Existing^k

a The architecture reminded my father of California: those arid summers he spent lounging in the gardens of the Carmel Mission, afternoons walking home from school, his fingertips running over the stucco fences. But this was Ohio, further north than the Spanish cared to settle and certainly too cold. No explanation ever came for why the previous owners (young retirees) had planted this anomaly in the suburbs. My friends called it la hacienda, or simply Taco Bell. Our neighbors directed their out-of-town guests to count the number of driveways between “Franco’s villa” and their own two-story Tudor. By the time my brother swapped his associate’s degree for bachelor-hood in Seattle, my parents were ready to move. I’d already left for Ann Arbor. They flung the double doors open and readied the property for sale. They’d lived there 2,932 days and counting. Many of the rooms were already bare.

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