spring 2018
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Dear Chepe
Wilbur
Melissa Weiss
Like André Derain
David R. Dixon
Sea Room / The Adrift
Exhibit / Queer
Lynx
Joseph Spece
drowning man is not a superhero
Aidan Chafe
Trump As a Fire Without Light #665
Darren C. Demaree
The Path Discoverer
Taylor Bond
First Ultrasound
Second Ultrasound
Stephanie Yorke
Ice Skating in Holland Carol Hamilton
Never the Desired Absence
Nick Alti
Push
Armamentarium
Adrienne Gruber
Synonyms For Shelter
Jill Talbot
He Ring Liar's Dice Confluence Derek Thomas Dew
Grim Reaper in Therapy
Brandon Marlon
Cracked Fabergé Egg Of Yes
Lauren Turner
Wet Parable
Duck
Carver
Nathan Curnow
Naming
Cow Field
Danielle Hanson
an understanding
Natasha Zarin
Duck
not an eagle or an owl
or any bird of prey
I will be the duck
that flies across my roof
some late afternoons
frantic for the pond
as if it suddenly feels
it’s missing out
has heard the tear of bread
or the sudden charge
from the far side of one
desperate to join the fleet
that idiot duck
calling quick quick quick
but in a heavy accent
like the pond is escaping
or is only created by
the bird’s unruly arrival
I will be that duck
in hysterical rush
belting out a line
creating my chances
coming in heels first
then calmly paddling on