spring 2017
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We Could Have Called Him Joe, We Didn't
Juliane Okot Bitek
Prayer For Our Past Selves
Esther McPhee
Constantly Looking, Admitting Nothing
Paul Douglas McNeill II
box cars paper plates annie ross
Red Sarongs
Clementine
Chelsea Comeau
Attention
Lindsay Miles
Romeo, Romeo, WTF?
P.C. Vandall
Dear Miss Parker
Dear Mama
Chelene Knight
A Coke and a KitKat
Spenser Smith
from Glossary of Musical Terms rob mclennan
The Lady or the Tiger? Michelle Brooks
Aztlan Travels Emiliano Sepulveda
from Electric Garden
Amanda Earl
Inside My House
Gleaning Stones
Onjana Yawnghwe
Singing in Dark Times
Bhaswati Ghosh
First Loves in Brevoort Park
Body Analysis
Erin Hiebert
Attention
Eileen Myles says, attention to a short attention
span and then you’ll have art. A lush takeover,
the protracted tongue of vine my backyard
shares with Pennsylvania. Our absence.
Eileen says, pay attention in the sober light
of the last three decades. Nostalgia is a drunk
teacher my father would have pushed out
the window (three cigarettes)
for a ten-minute morning. Intimacy of awning,
the process of paint removing itself from pane.
He would have weighed a life tethered to a gas
pump. Lift Handle.
Select Option. I think about those who leave
Regular for something truer.