fall 2020
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One exists
The embroidering light
you learn
J.I. Kleinberg
Bingo Card for the End Times
Milla van der Have
My Father's House
A.N. Higgins
The Narrow Road to Deep Marriage
John Wall Barger
Bracketed
A Post-Apocalyptic Nightmare
Danielle Badra
Neurons, Metal, Seed
Reading Rocks and Mountains
Susan Landgraf
In a Dark Field
Jesse Sensibar
Pattern Recognition
Tolu Oloruntoba
from Vanishing Twin Syndrome: VII
James Cagney
The Northern Flicker
Identic
Andrew Lafleche
Netsuke
When We Wake Together in a Lost City
Iris Jamahl Dunkle
What We Do When We Run Out of Elephants
Shareen K. Murayama
Horses Innocence, Experience
Ryan Eavis
Okapi Wood Bison Kristi Maxwell
verses upon the burning of our house
Amanda Merpaw
Fragments of a World
Dayna Patterson
Routes on the Red Subarctic Archipelago Tongue Heather Simeney MacLeod
Bingo Card for the End Times
is kind of tiny,
garden-variety,
looking for a place
to put down roots
is mauve and tends
to keep to itself
like a joke that falls
flat in a crowd
is shy and whispers
blessings of an ill-
timed nature, quick-sand apologies
for having
disturbed the peace
feels it is small
by nature, much
like the crying
of whales
dreams of harrowing
angels with their
touch of gold-
specked skin
is brave and haunting
like a seamstress
like a song
like any subject-
based reality
is never having
danced with a girl
never having kissed one, never held her pale cheek within mine
never answers,
is like a blanket
that covers me
from something
quite mistaken
knows even
paradise can be
twisted if you look
at it too long
didn’t mean
to be disruptive
rather cuts
corners with you
dreams of its
mother and her
frequent lullabies
her hands like
gates, her
ornamental teeth
sometimes wishes
it had never risen
as if it knows
that destruction
isn’t all that it’s
cracked up to be