fall 2015
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Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
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.