fall 2019
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Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Powered By English
Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
Concurrent Incidents
In this secret
I call the breaking solar
news hour
spun on wheat berries, detergent
the baby coos in the womb.
Mr. Appointment says sit down it’s the primarys!
In another room
it’s no good for Elana.
The cancer eats her spine, strikes her throat
like a rake.
My phone vibrates
it’s spaghetti, I say
to my daughter
and no Elijah isn’t coming spilling the wine into my cup
I forgot to leave the door ajar
expired beet juice,
a dribble of pee
on my flowery dress.
The forest around us says
“your baby will be a boy”
“your baby is too big for your body”
yours, yours, yours.
Elana’s body is too small for her soul.
Strangers take pictures in the hospital parking lot.
There is nothing to do in the waiting room
but speculate.
My friend is disappearing and the doctor confirms
on the ultrasound by typing
BOY
MARCH 30, 2018.
By the time I blink she is dead and he comes early.