On Absence
John A. Nieves
On Absence
Because we lived under the smithy of louder
habits, of sisters with no iron left in their quick
wet blood, we saw the strike-spark rotate once
reflected in our leaded pane. All along, we suspected
fire was just a movie, flame a way to keep the eyes
busy in the almost dark. Because it went on
this way for a while, the sisters seeping speedily
out of their skin onto the slab floor over
and over, our ceiling felt like a funeral played
on repeat, our sitting always shiva, always waiting
for the next clang to ring in the next loss. Because
we knew we were already half underground,
from the waist down we were in a basement,
our eyes just enough above ground to see the air
below the first floor, we would talk like we were
sitting up in our graves, we would talk like people
standing in line to fill out their wills. All of this
is to say, when the sisters finally stopped dying
and were actually dead and the anvil shut its hardened
mouth to the world below, we sent our condolences
up in a little basket. No one sent it back empty. Years
later, we could see it run over in the street.
John A. Nieves has work forthcoming or recently published in journals such as The Southern Review, Crazyhorse, Colorado Review, The Massachusetts Review and North American Review. His first book, Curio, won the Elixir Press Annual Poetry Award Judge’s Prize. Nieves is an Associate Professor of English at Salisbury University and an editor of The Shore. He received an MA from the University of South Florida and a PhD from the University of Missouri.
Fiction
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Two Grandmothers | Beth Rubinstein Bosworth
Souvenirs| Marisa Matarazzo
Waters | Gina Chung
Thick City| Katie Jean Shinkle
Nonfiction
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unshaped & flor de llamas | JJ Peña
Along for the Ride | Jen Ippensen
Ghosts Everywhere | Gabrielle Behar-Trinh
Poetry
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look how much you don’t keep bees | Catherine Weiss
[Scribed, we mull ghosts—] | Devon Wootten
If without regretting I am telling you every single word | Elana Lev Friedland
On Being Taught the Phrase “Fuck You” by the White Boys | Eric Wang
Some Other Solid Thing | Jory Mickelson
On Absence | John A. Nieves
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Pillar of Cloud | Jeffrey Levine
Pesach Cascade Poem | Sonja Vitow
Performance | Charlotte Hughes