spring 2017
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Prayer For Our Past Selves
Esther McPhee
A Coke and a KitKat
Spenser Smith
The Lady or the Tiger? Michelle Brooks
First Loves in Brevoort Park
Body Analysis
Erin Hiebert
Singing in Dark Times
Bhaswati Ghosh
Dear Miss Parker
Dear Mama
Chelene Knight
Romeo, Romeo, WTF?
P.C. Vandall
Red Sarongs
Clementine
Chelsea Comeau
from Glossary of Musical Terms rob mclennan
box cars paper plates annie ross
Constantly Looking, Admitting Nothing
Paul Douglas McNeill II
from Electric Garden
Amanda Earl
Aztlan Travels Emiliano Sepulveda
We Could Have Called Him Joe, We Didn't
Juliane Okot Bitek
Inside My House
Gleaning Stones
Onjana Yawnghwe
Attention
Lindsay Miles
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.