spring 2019
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageSixteen Weeks in the Caribbean Apartment Laura McGavin
Across This Body First Generation The Wall Jeni De La O
Against All Odds Mary Lou Soutar-Hynes
Tensions Orange Bottles Sean Singer
Terrigenous Michelle Mitchell-Foust
I Am Allowed to Break Up With You Amy Kenny
orange socks there are bad men at the top Kate LaDew
Six Thousand Dollars Cole Depuy
Catastrophe that Nearly Brought Down a Plane Sabyasachi Nag
When the Time Comes Soothing Cameron Morse
Magnetic Resonance Lisa Mulrooney
Sophocles Martin Kippenberger's Bicycle Charles Kell
Martin Kippenberger’s Bicycle
The pillbox, the rose, the search lights.
The hat blows away
& the rusty chain lies taut
strangling the places that turn small
wheels.
I was dope sick once, in a strange city.
Some curious passersby stopped
& with a gold tube of lipstick
drew a red outline around my shadow.
One camera snapped the famous
image, more flesh, a steel box,
framed in her vertical sarcophagus,
tiny & straight & not moving.
I—or the shape I was at this second—
writhed. The portico of light
crashed against my inner eyelid.
It was night, but not real night.