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

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

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

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