fall 2017
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The Malice in My Footsteps
Conyer Clayton
* (It was a lake, used to bodies :islands) * (Arm over arm you expect) Simon Perchik
qualifications
for your consideration
Laura Yan
The Travel Section Ghost Train Christopher Levenson
Limits
New York
Brian Jerrold Koester
Ecstasy Like Water to Soften Leather Jasmine Sky
Ode to a Desiccated Olive
(Love is easier the headless way)
James Cagney
Unsolicited Relationship Advice
Erin Kirsh
Persuasion
Freedom of Speech
Emma Winsor Wood
Stereotypes like like i love you Andrew Warner
Somebody Else's Heroes
Small Change
Jocko Benoit
Pamplemousse Dominique Bernier-Cormier
Familiar
Pianissimo
Jennifer van Alstyne
Rebelling Unrest Errata Dani Spinosa
What It Is About to Do Le Mouton Noir Dessa Bayrock
cold bright waves for sorrow leaf kotasek
Pamplemousse
Standing in the middle of the glow-
in-the-dark mini-golf, I forgot the word
for pamplemousse. I watched it roll away from me
like the little glowing ball and vanish
into a miniature windmill. Your teeth moved
like a crescent moon above the pink Eiffel Tower
of the 12th hole. You kneeled and picked the ball
like an engineered berry. You gave it back to me
and I scored us with new birds: +7: cardinal,
+9: cuckoo. When we handed back our clubs,
the bored teen told us: we all store light constantly
then we come here to West-Coast Mini-Putt and slowly leak
it out. That’s how phosphorescence works. I don’t know
if she was obligated to say that to every golfer
but when we walked out, sunlight hit me
like a memorized verse.