fall 2015
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Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Tribute Fraser Sutherland
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
Tribute
In love or lust, friendship or obsession
no one depresses me the way you do.
Many are talented at it but no one excels so consistently.
Some make a mess or make misunderstandings,
but they lack the ability
to depress me the way you do.
Some have given me joy, more or less,
but in specialized unhappiness
no one depresses me the way you do.
What is within me holds the absence I express.
I don’t know if I’m one or two, a cause or a result
in this displaced place of certainty and guess
where no one depresses me the way you do.
You turn away, you are unseen, then come into view.
No one depresses me the way you do.