When it comes to revelation
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In this issue, Detlef Wieck remembers the consequences of kindness in his childhood during a frigid winter in “Mrs Juhl.” Ray Trotter takes us on a mountainside field trip with family, old acquaintances, and an impromptu singer in “Galactic Collisions, Quiet Acres on Mars.” And David B. Prather celebrates the bodies “that must eventually relinquish” in four poems beginning with “When it comes to revelation.” Prather’s newest collection of poetry, Bending Light with Bare Hands, is forthcoming from Fernwood Press.
This issue features photographs from the Los Angeles Alligator Farm (ca. 1907.)
The Los Angeles Alligator Farm (ca. 1907.) From 1907 until its relocation in 1953, the area of Lincoln Heights was home to what the Los Angeles Times dubbed “the city’s most exotic residents”–a thousand-strong collection of alligators that welcomed visitors every day of the year to see, pose with, and even ride them. Alligator postcard (1910s)from Amon Carter Museum of American Art, Fort Worth, Texas. From Public Domain Review
