fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageIn the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
The Day Everyone Realized You Weren't Special If You Were Gay
There is money laundering and then there is money drying.
You have to take the money and take a shit and take take take take take.
You have to. You don’t have a choice. You have to be
who you are and if you don’t, then you’re being
a fake. But either way, you’re being. That’s the good news.
Breath is the good news. The bad news is suicide.
That’s for people who can no longer stand
standing. They want to lie down forever, which is a long time.
It’s long like a long face. Like a long dick. Like a lawn dart.
Like going along with what everybody else is
praying. Here’s the really good news: the word homosexual
actually doesn’t appear anywhere in the Bible. If you don’t believe
me, then learn Hebrew, Aramaic, and ancient Greek.
You’ll find it was added in later. It was minused in.
It was an imaginary number that they decided to make
unimaginary. We should really have a parade to celebrate
the last parade, the Last Supper, and the last moment
of oppression. It’s going to be good from now on
and my definition of good is not your definition of good
because I believe that definitions are bullshit.
We need to all be undefined. We need to all be. We need.
That’s part of the problem, the chuck roast of the problem.
No, the flank steak of the problem. It tastes good,
as long as you put out of your mind the death of the animal.