fall 2019
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Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Powered By English
Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Looking at My Hand I See Her
It’s become something new—
I guess the hand is mine.
Skin, the color of too much
sun. Tissue opened, become
an island on the brown.
The distance between tan
and age is only a shade
of mahogany.
Four bones travel
to my wrist as I flex
fingers. A landscape
of blood, traveling
blue over back. (I need
to clip these nails.)
As mom died, she saw
a used-to-be-tight
watch fall from wrist
to elbow. An upturned
corner of her mouth,
eyes wide.
I enjoy my black hairs,
the gold. I am her son,
happy with the men
who want to hold this
beautiful thing.