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