Poem by John Grey

First Date

Rustling boas floating high
and bowing after her,
could be birds
but marvelous;
ah tonight…
calm can pass.
I’ll take this.

Then face to face,
fingers gripping wine-glasses,
for what seems like
a moment too soon to end.

And after…
cigarettes drop ash
on cobbled streets where drunkard
composes tunes for whistle and breath…
how sweet.. .how perfect…
congratulations, uncritical ears.

And night…sleep…dreams…
I go through every door except indifference.

John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in The Lyric, Vallum and the science fiction anthology, The Kennedy Curse with work upcoming in Bryant Literary Magazine, Natural Bridge, Southern California Review and the Oyez Review.

Allison Goldin is an artist living in Cambridge. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles. She is currently studying Illustration at The School of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.