autumn/winter 2015-16

Socheata San writes that “the morning air rouses all objects from their own weight,” and, in the same way, the poems in this latest edition of Chaparral rouse life and vigor from its readers. We find ourselves being made again and again under the weight of these poems. From “the tinfoil stars” that we gaze upon to the “hemorrhagic sunset at the melting poles,” each verse takes the reader on a whirlwind of exploration, witness, and self-discovery. Whether it’s “one more fatal outbreak of faith along the Gaza Strip” to small universes of occurrences, we are left, as San writes, “motionless. Like the blossom pressed down by the chain-linked fence.”

Dorothy BarresiCloud Chamber
What I Worry about at Night is Not What I Worry about in the Morning

Dorothy Barresi


Oktavi AllisonLefty
Lonesome

Oktavi Allison


Daniel MouronThe Beginning of Painting
Great Plains Crossing

Daniel Mouron


Amy VargasWhat Senta Dreams (Under General Anesthesia)

Amy Vargas


Jordan GuevaraMuseum of Art
under streetlamps that burst

Jordan Guevara


Socheata SanLate Night Blues
Still

Socheata San


Roger SofferHoly Sunday
Seudat Havra’ah

Roger Soffer


Mary Julia KlimenkoRoad House

Mary Julia Klimenko


John Jay FlickerAll The Hues of Rust

John Jay Flicker


Catharine LucasDecember Garden

Catharine Lucas


Amy OrazioShroud

Amy Orazio


Cody DeitzThis Anxiety
Strangers

Cody Deitz


Lana BellaLove As It Always Was

Lana Bella


Suzanne O'ConnellLentils and Crackers

Suzanne O'Connell


Judith CodyAlways The Same Table The Same Hunger

Judith Cody