fall 2018
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Under the Arbor
Heather Bourbeau
Re: Wards of the Crown
Jeremy Luke Hill
Poetic Outcrops poetic extracts: study #8 Sean Howard
Friendly Nuts
Carl Joesf Homolka
Victims of Captology
Kyla Jamieson
The First Treatise
The Second Treatise
The Third Treatise
Yara Farran
Phantom
Courses
Steven Ray Smith
Ode to the Cockroach my tiny minnow Cara Waterfall
Ganapati Brume Yuugen Gulf Adam Day
If You See Something, Say Something
James Cagney
forbidden music
we should probably
Conor Barnes
Tulips for Barbara
Ann E. Michael
Marketplace
Road Trip, 1985
Christopher Evans
For Murphy Glow Stick Fingers Jade Riordan
George Bowering: Scatter-Gun
Ken Cathers: the sum
Craig Dworkin: The Déjà Vu of Déjà Dit
Stephen Bett
Phantom
Yesterday I flailed
beyond proxemics,
me and my big mass of gaudy.
Watching you step back showed me
how brightly I thought I shined.
Today my arm throbs
with the pulse of nakedness.
I hunt for my catchpenny
pound, my free hand groping
for the preciousness that had only ever been
a pennyweight.
What happened was I let myself
dawdle on a towel for a simple hour,
laugh at nothing, feel you
joggling the bangle
and my palm and fingers with it.
The insouciant sand filches everything.
So there
it went,
and with it
yesterday’s
emolument.
If you find it
don’t tell me.
Don’t give it back.