spring 2019
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageSixteen Weeks in the Caribbean Apartment Laura McGavin
orange socks
there are bad men at the top
Kate LaDew
When the Time Comes
Soothing
Cameron Morse
Magnetic Resonance
Lisa Mulrooney
Catastrophe that Nearly Brought Down a Plane
Sabyasachi Nag
Across This Body First Generation The Wall Jeni De La O
Six Thousand Dollars
Cole Depuy
Terrigenous
Michelle Mitchell-Foust
I Am Allowed to Break Up With You Amy Kenny
Sophocles
Martin Kippenberger's Bicycle
Charles Kell
Tensions
Orange Bottles
Sean Singer
Against All Odds
Mary Lou Soutar-Hynes
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.