fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageThe Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Good to See You
In front of Saks at Christmas,
watching synchronized snowflakes blinking
in dark windows
to “Carol of the Bells,”
I could live again for the penny
found on the ground.
My mother died,
and after 40 days and 40 nights
I blend green vegetables
to get vitamins
quickly into my bloodstream.
I’ve never smoked a banana
but I received communion
when I wasn’t in a state of grace.
Daily I erase regret.
It gives me pleasure to agree.
A rule I’ve adopted is to listen
but not give anyone advice.
Twice, I fluttered my eyes.
I’ve learned to say, Good
to see you, instead of, How
are you? so as not to hear
dredged up miseries or refrains.
I have a plugged-up salivary gland,
but no one wants to look in my mouth.
Now I write short sentences
joined by semi-colons. I’m not a whale;
I’m not Jonah; I’m not that epic.