spring 2015
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Love and IKEA II
January is terrible so far
Ruth Daniell
Idling on the North Saskatchewan
In American English
Curtis LeBlanc
Victoria Summons Hall George Elliott Clarke
October Lately
William Vallieres
Hotel Lincoln Blues, Chicago
Thomas Zimmerman
Bubble Kristina Shue
Self-Portrait (Hospital Poem I) Chelsea Eckert
Normal in Our Normal Suburb Kenneth Pobo
Bubble
A sigh escaping your nostrils billows my skirts. I grab the ends to make myself a kite, and your fingers press into me like hurriedly-growing trees. I hope to break from your touch. Like a bubble, into hardly-seen residue clinging to your skin in desperation: gather it, make it again. Less of it, but again.