SUSAN TERRIS: The Keeper of Strings and Old Corsages [Poetry] When tree frogs bell the night, you'll find me by the lych-gate, as I search the mirror SCOTT OWENS: Femme Fatale [Poetry] Mostly I love your eyes. I know you want me to like the shape your body makes. WILLIAM DORESKI: A Race of Silky Mermaids [Poetry] You want your ashes scattered over the gulf of Finland to rebuke your place of birth. FLAVIA COSMA: Passing Through Fire [Poetry] The child was laid low in the hospital; He passed through fire and no one Could take the fire away VINCENT RENSTROM: Once he found an arrowhead [Poetry] Lonesome treasure digger mines for shadows of the past, treading on abandoned grounds, searching for the shape she cast LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM: After Rapunzel [Poetry] Grateful I didn't have a child doomed to scrub, I scrubbed other people's linens R.W. HAYNES: Three Sonnets [Poetry] I’d feel betrayed if these small betrayals stopped, And if suddenly superhuman virtue prevailed . . .  JANET E. IRVIN:The Effects of Shadows on the Moon [Fiction] A soft breeze through the open window and the sweet-sour perfume of blood. Esteban Luna took a sip of coffee from his favorite mug, ten years old now, PAPA painted on the side in Juliet’s first-grade hand. Cold. DANIEL OLIVAS: El Cucuy [Fiction] I'm not certain how it came to this. This thing I can't name. But if you're old enough to marry and have children---that's the key to understanding . . . PATTY SOMLO: The Fence [Fiction] Alejandro stood on the south side of the fence and looked across. In his small village a long way from here, where the air smelled of wet dirt and rotting mango . . . KENNETH C. BURT: Will Latinos Embrace Obama or McCain? [Essay] The 2008 presidential race has already proved to be historic. No, I’m not referring to the fact that this is the first year reformers in both parties have secured their parties’ nomination by defeating establishment-backed rivals. ROSA MARTHA VILLARREAL: Meditations: Unamuno in the New World [Essay] Writers form the strangest friendships. More than with any other social bond, the essence of these relationships is predicated on logos; the logos of St. John, where words float between the hemispheres of sign and symbol, love and sorrow.

Idaho poet William Studebaker, one of the founding contributing writers at Tertulia Magazine, died in a kayaking accident on July 4, 2008. Our heartfelt condolences to the Studebaker family.  We will all miss Bill and his elegant poetry.

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