spring 2017
Table of Contents
Return to Home PagePrayer For Our Past Selves Esther McPhee
box cars paper plates annie ross
First Loves in Brevoort Park Body Analysis Erin Hiebert
Astronaut Jeff McRae
Dear Miss Parker Dear Mama Chelene Knight
Singing in Dark Times Bhaswati Ghosh
Inside My House Gleaning Stones Onjana Yawnghwe
A Coke and a KitKat Spenser Smith
Aztlan Travels Emiliano Sepulveda
from Electric Garden Amanda Earl
Red Sarongs Clementine Chelsea Comeau
The Lady or the Tiger? Michelle Brooks
from Glossary of Musical Terms rob mclennan
Constantly Looking, Admitting Nothing Paul Douglas McNeill II
Romeo, Romeo, WTF? P.C. Vandall
We Could Have Called Him Joe, We Didn't Juliane Okot Bitek
Astronaut
Shhh. I’m about to wake up.
My legs are floating
out of bed—where is
yesterday? Who sold me
this trash? I will
not finish hammering
this shoddy life together.
All I really am doing:
drinking Tang
four days a week.
The most
important poem
I can write you says,
Pick up the kids.
I must be standing
in the attic
counting down to blast off.
A strange life they lead,
astronauts: mashed
potatoes and gravy
every meal.