fall 2019
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageConcurrent Incidents I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her Jaimie Gusman
Women of Trachis Savannah Pulfer
Glory and the Neighbors Untidy Ending Lauren Camp
Not really a father, John Sibley Williams
Inherited Water View Looking at My Hand I See Her Robert Carr
Ladybug, Ladybug Cristalle Smith
Dark Night Full of Stars After Trout in Siskiyou County Bruce Robinson
{steeple-chase} {grave-tending} {declining dessert} David Morgan O'Connor
Visionary Nebraska Katie Berger
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Wife Lessons Jody Burke-Kaiser
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps Janet Youngdahl
The ice was coming nicely Matthew Schmidt
Invocation I hold your ashes in my hand Angeline Schellenberg
Powered By English Y Pronounced EE Meredith Quartermain
Dear Jennifer, Bridget Gage-Dixon
Now She's Going to Get It Marjorie Silverman
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Dark Night Full of Stars
Is it true? I mean only this
that always even sunlight vanishes
just as rain, rain clears, and most but not all
storms relent? Or would it be proper
if that glare that grinds its shadow
against the best of us and yes the worst
of us were to leave us nothing,
no, not a thing, but light, but light?