fall 2017
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The Malice in My Footsteps
Conyer Clayton
What It Is About to Do Le Mouton Noir Dessa Bayrock
* (It was a lake, used to bodies :islands) * (Arm over arm you expect) Simon Perchik
Ode to a Desiccated Olive
(Love is easier the headless way)
James Cagney
Limits
New York
Brian Jerrold Koester
Rebelling Unrest Errata Dani Spinosa
cold bright waves for sorrow leaf kotasek
The Travel Section Ghost Train Christopher Levenson
Somebody Else's Heroes
Small Change
Jocko Benoit
Persuasion
Freedom of Speech
Emma Winsor Wood
Stereotypes like like i love you Andrew Warner
qualifications
for your consideration
Laura Yan
Unsolicited Relationship Advice
Erin Kirsh
Ecstasy Like Water to Soften Leather Jasmine Sky
Pamplemousse Dominique Bernier-Cormier
Familiar
Pianissimo
Jennifer van Alstyne
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.