fall 2015
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Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
Can’t Stomach
Stones are Tums
in this dyspeptic universe
In other words:
we can’t stomach the world
In other words:
human nature is too much to take
Medical marijuana eases nausea,
a common complaint
Acid reflux is one more
aggravation
The acrobat on his unicycle
balances a ten foot stack of dishes
I can make out a slice of pizza
and a Ruben sandwich
He pedals backwards
He balances a ball on his nose
With his chin he eases a bottle of Tums
from his shirt pocket
He tosses the bottle in the air
The tablets fly out
like a spray of stars
Constellations have stories
They have something to say
I wasn’t going to tell you
but I am suffering from stomach cancer
In the early days
friends would hear the news and say:
I’m sorry
and I’d nearly shout:
Don’t tell me you’re sorry
Tell Cancer you’re sorry
Because I’m going to kick Cancer’s ass
send him back to the Cancer Ward
where he belongs
where he can lay on a bed naked and bleeding
and lick his wounds
That’s what I said in the early days
the Days of Hubris