fall 2017
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageFamiliar Pianissimo Jennifer van Alstyne
The Malice in My Footsteps Conyer Clayton
The Travel Section Ghost Train Christopher Levenson
Ode to a Desiccated Olive (Love is easier the headless way) James Cagney
qualifications for your consideration Laura Yan
What It Is About to Do Le Mouton Noir Dessa Bayrock
Persuasion Freedom of Speech Emma Winsor Wood
Rebelling Unrest Errata Dani Spinosa
Limits New York Brian Jerrold Koester
Somebody Else's Heroes Small Change Jocko Benoit
cold bright waves for sorrow leaf kotasek
Birdwatching Tara Borin
Stereotypes like like i love you Andrew Warner
Ecstasy Like Water to Soften Leather Jasmine Sky
Unsolicited Relationship Advice Erin Kirsh
* (It was a lake, used to bodies :islands) * (Arm over arm you expect) Simon Perchik
Pamplemousse Dominique Bernier-Cormier
Birdwatching
I once watched birds.
Spent hours alone
on the rocky river bank,
in the willows,
on a cliff’s edge.
Watched
a bald eagle defend its catch
against gulls,
a common merganser
teach her ducklings to dive,
could distinguish
three different warblers
by song alone.
I never went anywhere
without my binoculars.
Now, three kids deep,
my binoculars
gather dust
and sightings
are incidental—
a boreal owl soars over
the driveway
where we kick a ball.
A sharp-tailed grouse, rare,
dances in our yard.
In the car on the way to the playgroup
we pass a float of ducks
in an unruffled pond and
I long to name them,
feel frantic that I can’t.
I’ve forgotten the warblers but
have learned
to tell the difference
between a tired cry
and a hungry one,
have learned that
neither birds
nor children
belong
to me.