fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home Pagea rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
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 Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
Saturday Night
Young moon
cuts the blue to night like
that part of a plowshare which on a turn of sod has the
last say.
Old dog's fast asleep
in the middle of the road
with his bellylot
of earthworms.
Workday's dead ended
in dirt-black
cold.
Ma doesn't have to look through the door screen.
Supper
calls on its own.
At the porch stone, Pop shakes the last straw from his shoes
while already, I
with a twenty and half hard in my pocket,
haul tonight into town off a jumpstart,
out for my own hand to play
or fold.