fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageAlcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Saturday Night Charles Springer
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
When we walk past it every day, it’s easy
to forget its virtues: patience, reliability, fortitude.
Go close, you’ll hear the continuous rush
of a swift underground river.
Yet it never moves, even on muddy days.
I’d like to know that kind of stillness—
emotions roiling while the body’s calm.
It waits to be needed. Cast with the word open
and an arrow faithfully guiding us which way to turn
if fire were to ascend beyond one small flame,
and in our disquiet, our despair
when we could lose everything dear, it gives,
full-on, what we are mostly made of.