fall 2015
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Return to Home Pagerevenge/reincarnation annie ross
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Laetitia
Evie Ruddy
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Laetitia
We visited her in a nursing home on her 90th birthday. I was 5. “Who’s the boy,” she asked, looking at me. I had short hair and was wearing pants. She thought the year was 1920. It scared me that she couldn’t recognize her own daughter. “It’s me, Mom,“ my grandma would say. But Great-grandma stared right through her. Once, Grandma said, “Mom, do you know who I am?” And she replied, “No, but you please me.” Great-grandma thought she owned the nursing home. Sometimes she’d say, “My husband was so kind, he left me all these workers.” Her maiden name was Schultheis. She was a farmwife and a teacher. She wore her hair in a bun and an afghan on her lap. She believed in God and the natural healing properties of apple cider vinegar. She left me a crucifix, a rosary, a sacred heart badge, a prayer book written in French, and the musical notes to a song she wrote. Right before she died, she looked at my grandmother and must have seen her daughter’s face. Her last words were, “I love you,” in German.