fall 2017
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageWhat It Is About to Do Le Mouton Noir Dessa Bayrock
Stereotypes like like i love you Andrew Warner
Somebody Else's Heroes Small Change Jocko Benoit
cold bright waves for sorrow leaf kotasek
The Malice in My Footsteps Conyer Clayton
Ode to a Desiccated Olive (Love is easier the headless way) James Cagney
Unsolicited Relationship Advice Erin Kirsh
Familiar Pianissimo Jennifer van Alstyne
The Travel Section Ghost Train Christopher Levenson
Ecstasy Like Water to Soften Leather Jasmine Sky
qualifications for your consideration Laura Yan
* (It was a lake, used to bodies :islands) * (Arm over arm you expect) Simon Perchik
Rebelling Unrest Errata Dani Spinosa
Pamplemousse Dominique Bernier-Cormier
Persuasion Freedom of Speech Emma Winsor Wood
Limits New York Brian Jerrold Koester
New York
Nobody bothers to know
which lampposts are alive
with enough juice to kill.
I used to feel lampposts.
Today in a marble fortress
relics of Truman Capote
repose in a glass casket—
no manuscripts
but a cheap notebook
he carried everywhere for months,
not-so-secretly
writing names in and crossing names out,
choosing the elect
for the party of the twentieth century.
Both of us raised in wicker baskets,
both of us ravaged by memory unwrapped,
I used to feel kinship
with Truman the suicide.
Now he reminds me
why I moved away.