spring 2015
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Return to Home PageSelf-Portrait (Hospital Poem I) Chelsea Eckert
Victoria Summons Hall George Elliott Clarke
October Lately
William Vallieres
Hotel Lincoln Blues, Chicago
Thomas Zimmerman
Idling on the North Saskatchewan
In American English
Curtis LeBlanc
Love and IKEA II
January is terrible so far
Ruth Daniell
Normal in Our Normal Suburb Kenneth Pobo
Self-Portrait (Hospital Poem I)
Gently I resisted the dunes’ restful
exhale which beckons the guts to empty.
They removed the sandstorms from my
mortar. So then I got drunk on schedule.
Dinner in three hours — squatting on
the chairs meant for visitors, searching
the walls for civilization in a cyan
Berber’s tent, I embrace my court of good
intentions. I genuinely thought that I
was Ozymandias.