fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageFault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
Laetitia Evie Ruddy
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
Saturday Night Charles Springer
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
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 Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
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.