fall 2018
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forbidden music
we should probably
Conor Barnes
Victims of Captology
Kyla Jamieson
Tulips for Barbara
Ann E. Michael
If You See Something, Say Something
James Cagney
Friendly Nuts
Carl Joesf Homolka
For Murphy Glow Stick Fingers Jade Riordan
Ganapati Brume Yuugen Gulf Adam Day
Dust
Brianne Battye
Re: Wards of the Crown
Jeremy Luke Hill
Under the Arbor
Heather Bourbeau
Phantom
Courses
Steven Ray Smith
Marketplace
Road Trip, 1985
Christopher Evans
Ode to the Cockroach my tiny minnow Cara Waterfall
Poetic Outcrops poetic extracts: study #8 Sean Howard
George Bowering: Scatter-Gun
Ken Cathers: the sum
Craig Dworkin: The Déjà Vu of Déjà Dit
Stephen Bett
The First Treatise
The Second Treatise
The Third Treatise
Yara Farran
Dust
One porcelain cat begets more porcelain cats:
the latest a stray from the garage-sale free table,
bright eyes and stippled orange swirls.
How many cats say, at least she’s easy to buy for?
How many cats watch The Price is Right when she’s home sick?
Cats roost toe-to-tail, uncomplaining:
Better than being left in the rain.
Better than being wrapped in newsprint, stuffed in boxes, left in basement corners with hoola-hoops
and weather-bleached plastic reindeer.
Better than a landfill.
How long are decades in porcelain cat years?
When the cousins take the silver and electronics,
how many dust-glossed eyes will watch from corner shelves
and think, what now?