fall 2019
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Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Powered By English
Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
Dark Night Full of Stars
Is it true? I mean only this
that always even sunlight vanishes
just as rain, rain clears, and most but not all
storms relent? Or would it be proper
if that glare that grinds its shadow
against the best of us and yes the worst
of us were to leave us nothing,
no, not a thing, but light, but light?