fall 2018
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageVictims of Captology Kyla Jamieson
Ganapati Brume Yuugen Gulf Adam Day
forbidden music we should probably Conor Barnes
For Murphy Glow Stick Fingers Jade Riordan
Marketplace Road Trip, 1985 Christopher Evans
George Bowering: Scatter-Gun Ken Cathers: the sum Craig Dworkin: The Déjà Vu of Déjà Dit Stephen Bett
Poetic Outcrops poetic extracts: study #8 Sean Howard
Dust Brianne Battye
Tulips for Barbara Ann E. Michael
Phantom Courses Steven Ray Smith
Ode to the Cockroach my tiny minnow Cara Waterfall
Under the Arbor Heather Bourbeau
The First Treatise The Second Treatise The Third Treatise Yara Farran
Re: Wards of the Crown Jeremy Luke Hill
If You See Something, Say Something James Cagney
Friendly Nuts Carl Joesf Homolka
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?