spring 2018
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageNever the Desired Absence Nick Alti
drowning man is not a superhero Aidan Chafe
First Ultrasound Second Ultrasound Stephanie Yorke
The Path Discoverer Taylor Bond
Cracked Fabergé Egg Of Yes Lauren Turner
Like André Derain David R. Dixon
Grim Reaper in Therapy Brandon Marlon
Ice Skating in Holland Carol Hamilton
Sea Room / The Adrift Exhibit / Queer Lynx Joseph Spece
Push Armamentarium Adrienne Gruber
Synonyms For Shelter Jill Talbot
Naming Cow Field Danielle Hanson
Trump As a Fire Without Light #665 Darren C. Demaree
an understanding Natasha Zarin
Dear Chepe Wilbur Melissa Weiss
He Ring Liar's Dice Confluence Derek Thomas Dew
Wet Parable Duck Carver Nathan Curnow
Like André Derain
modern art reminds me of poetry.
both can be overt or clandestine—possessing a fantasy of untold connotations (depending on who’s paying attention)
in poetry, as in an abstract painting (or online dating I suppose), assuredly beauty is in the eye of the audience.
my mother encourages me that I am the Matisse of my generation of poets, ushering in a literary Fauvism—she implores me to imagine, create, and write with every discretionary moment.
my dad’s watching Cops and chimes in that my poetry is just like modern art...
most of it sucks.