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