fall 2019
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Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
after a suicide
Liam Strong
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Powered By English
Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
after a suicide
for Jayme
there is no right thing to do.
i pissed on the church
you had done the same to
twenty years ago. i inherited
no piss for the next three hours.
i wasn’t even drunk. on the walk home
the first branch of a rabbit
split on the road this season.
the powerline maintenance sawed
two dozen trees down the next morning.
weeks later, the stumps. a pyrite afterbirth
from the removal.
i want to piss into the mounds
where a hole should have been.
let there be some flower or fungus
dumb enough to grow in my creases.
let there be a rain uncaring enough
to wriggle a garden from our places, our piss.
let there be nothing left to remember us
by, but what we leave behind more than
any other thing.