Issue Twenty-One - Winter 2013


By J. A. Bernstein

When the war came,
it came to him in flashes,
abruptly, like something

and dark:
a faint orange
light behind the cliffs
of Jahalin, a pear he once ate,
a remark

about how I’d be a soldier
(his girlfriend said)
if I were a man, yeah I’d go.

Copyright Bernstein 2012