spring 2017
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Prayer For Our Past Selves
Esther McPhee
The Lady or the Tiger? Michelle Brooks
Romeo, Romeo, WTF?
P.C. Vandall
Red Sarongs
Clementine
Chelsea Comeau
Dear Miss Parker
Dear Mama
Chelene Knight
First Loves in Brevoort Park
Body Analysis
Erin Hiebert
from Electric Garden
Amanda Earl
Singing in Dark Times
Bhaswati Ghosh
Aztlan Travels Emiliano Sepulveda
Constantly Looking, Admitting Nothing
Paul Douglas McNeill II
A Coke and a KitKat
Spenser Smith
box cars paper plates annie ross
We Could Have Called Him Joe, We Didn't
Juliane Okot Bitek
Inside My House
Gleaning Stones
Onjana Yawnghwe
from Glossary of Musical Terms rob mclennan
First Loves in Brevoort Park
A few weeks in we hid out holding my Baby
Duck under the jungle gym. At the B.P.
Ripper we made out and smoked cigs, didn’t
Inhale. I was the type to keep my crushes
Firm between the teeth. But I wrote your name
On the knees of my jeans. Scrawled sharpie
All the way up me. You lost yourself in cheap
Wine and cried about me talking to other
Guys. How soft-hearted you were. I was lit
And I proved it when I had you butt out
Your cigarette on my wrist.