...from the editor


The issue you are about to dive into is filled with a range voices – most, new to BFR. It’s a strong gathering of poets, and I’m pleased to have their works placed here. And I know you will be as well.


Let me leave you with a poem by Wallace Stevens that shows, quite effectively, the impact the voice of poetry can have.
Poetry is a Destructive Force

That’s what misery is,
Nothing to have at heart.
It is to have or nothing.

It is a thing to have,
A lion, an ox in his breast,
To feel it breathing there.

Corazon, stout dog,
Young ox, bow-legged bear,
He tastes its blood, not spit.

He is like a man
In the body of a violent beast
Its muscles are his own...

The lion sleeps in the sun.
Its nose is on its paws.
It can kill a man.

May the words find you ready for them.

Sam Rasnake

Current Issue - Summer 2007