This new issue marks the seventh anniversary of Blood Orange Review. Everything changes in seven years. If my calculations are correct, I have consumed 5,110 cups of coffee, eaten 728 slices of vegetarian pizza, and accumulated 5,096 hours of a sleep debt since our first issue. [more]
Each mile matters when you’ve never been on the back of a horse
before and now there are thirty ahead of you and it’s day three
of seven and you’ve just started your new job and when Rex decides
to make you ride in front, you try to adjust yourself in the saddle
every few minutes without making it look obvious ... [more]
The last time I remember breathing
was early June at the Goodman,
the end of Boleros for the Disenchanted—
we held each other under house lights like
we were the elderly Puerto Rican couple
upstage right ... [more]
Traveling back from Hot Springs last
night, late enough not to worry
over the day’s calls left undone,
a side road I’d often passed
called in the voice of a million yellow flowers ... [more]
and revs
his over-worked half-ton up my drive.
Tools and today’s lumber
clacketing in the back, twelve foot two-by-sixes
lashed over the cab. He’s mine
for hire, as many days as I can pay
this octogenarian bantam-weight handyman ... [more]
Sitting at his piano, he belts out a show tune about Dietrich
in bed with him at the Ritz in Paris.
His stubby fingers remember her
as they muscle the piano keys ... [more]
Pushcart Prize Nominees
for the Pushcart Prize: Best of the Small Presses XXXVIII anthology (2014 Edition)
