fall 2018
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageRe: Wards of the Crown Jeremy Luke Hill
Under the Arbor Heather Bourbeau
The First Treatise The Second Treatise The Third Treatise Yara Farran
Phantom Courses Steven Ray Smith
Ganapati Brume Yuugen Gulf Adam Day
Poetic Outcrops poetic extracts: study #8 Sean Howard
forbidden music we should probably Conor Barnes
Marketplace Road Trip, 1985 Christopher Evans
For Murphy Glow Stick Fingers Jade Riordan
Friendly Nuts Carl Joesf Homolka
If You See Something, Say Something James Cagney
Tulips for Barbara Ann E. Michael
George Bowering: Scatter-Gun Ken Cathers: the sum Craig Dworkin: The Déjà Vu of Déjà Dit Stephen Bett
Victims of Captology Kyla Jamieson
Ode to the Cockroach my tiny minnow Cara Waterfall
Re: Wards of the Crown
I object to you making their
dissection pseudonymic.
Permit at least the privilege
of their names, now that they claim
no other privacy—the skin
flayed and hung, the soul specimen-
bottled in formaldehyde. Does
an alias steady your hands
to the surgery, let your knife
anatomize in good conscience?
How can we cradle your pen-scrawl
catalogues of pathologies—
signs of fetal alcohol
on the musculature
of the pneuma; long-term neglect
along the periosteum
of the psyche; extensive scarring
of the noesis from repeated
court-ordered visitation,
full penetration—how can we,
without a name.