spring 2017
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Inside My House
Gleaning Stones
Onjana Yawnghwe
from Glossary of Musical Terms rob mclennan
Aztlan Travels Emiliano Sepulveda
We Could Have Called Him Joe, We Didn't
Juliane Okot Bitek
Constantly Looking, Admitting Nothing
Paul Douglas McNeill II
Prayer For Our Past Selves
Esther McPhee
Romeo, Romeo, WTF?
P.C. Vandall
First Loves in Brevoort Park
Body Analysis
Erin Hiebert
Singing in Dark Times
Bhaswati Ghosh
from Electric Garden
Amanda Earl
The Lady or the Tiger? Michelle Brooks
box cars paper plates annie ross
Red Sarongs
Clementine
Chelsea Comeau
Dear Miss Parker
Dear Mama
Chelene Knight
A Coke and a KitKat
Spenser Smith
Body Analysis
I like my mother best
when she’s naked. In the morning
between a shower and a blow dry
she’d nip into the kitchen
to drop some toast
and give me an education
on body hair. I have memories
of us rubbing lotion up our legs
and learning our heritage
was in the hips. I’d read
her skin, slack like her mother’s,
the knobs on her spine
when she’d bend into underwear.