spring 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageCommunion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger
sold separately Lesley Battler
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow Monologue of a Cow's Shadow Danielle Hanson
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos Jessica Covil
Another Vision Patricia Nelson
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik
Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin
blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem
Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble
Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney
A Symptom of Resignation The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies Jen Karetnick
Family Dinner In Which I Re-name My Father Poem Containing Only Words I Hate griffin epstein
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh
she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton
A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow Of Stinging Nettle Page Hill Starzinger
Of Stinging Nettle
Faint, overripe aroma
of gardenia petals
drifting above a dark halo
of evergreen leaves up
toward olfactory chambers:
detected and diffusing
into salt, enzymes and antibodies—
a changeable flow
replacing itself
every ten minutes. I am
never what I was and
never quite what
I want to be. Sepia-grey iguana
flicks his tail
while shredding black
seed-studded papaya:
unripe, thrown in the garden.
We are done with it. Disposable—
our lives and
possessions. Bougainvillea
bought for papery blooms
is thorny with toxic
sap. Villas are fumigated—
methyl bromide, not approved
for residential use
causes seizures and worse:
two teenagers in medically
induced comas. Neurologically
it’s like being
in a torture chamber. We
name our world
as we see it: Black Caper, Flamboyant
Catch n Keep, Christmas Bush,
yellow Sap Sucker. Or
after ourselves:
like the Scottish naturalist
Alexander Garden, who didn’t
even discover the flower.