fall 2021
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Return to Home PageThe Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller
i decay, bro
erica hiroko isomura
She's a Pretty Bird
Susan Zimmerman
A wrist, a wren, a small knife
Ellen Stone
When I See Lake Water
Kristin LaFollette
On the Straightaway to the Rockies
Great Grandpa's Grain Elevator
A Nova Scotian Night Light
Ryan Smith
Late August at the End of the World
Bren Simmers
What We Carry on a Pilgrimage
Granada, Take Three
Elena Johnson
Making the Most of Our Voices
Ken Victor
Between Then and Then
Millicent Borges Accardi
Say It Delicious
Berry-Picking
Laura Cesarco Eglin
Somewhere within Kostanay, Kazakhstan Justin Timbol
Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth
Charlotte Vermue Peters
Boy With Orange
Phillip Watts Brown
No One Knows How to Be Good
Emily Kedar
Swans at the Golf Club
Ruth Daniell
latchkey fragments
Frances Boyle
Making the Most of Our Voices
When the ten thousand snow geese
descended onto the toxic tailing pond
the mining company had left behind
watchers declared their flight
beautiful
and horrifying
their smudged
black-tipped wings like batons
conducting the music of their honking
but their descent
could not be stopped
even by those
who hollered and howled
who whispered and prayed
desperate to divert
that hallelujah of beating wings