fall 2019
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Return to Home PageInvocation I hold your ashes in my hand Angeline Schellenberg
Not really a father, John Sibley Williams
Dark Night Full of Stars After Trout in Siskiyou County Bruce Robinson
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
{steeple-chase} {grave-tending} {declining dessert} David Morgan O'Connor
Wife Lessons Jody Burke-Kaiser
Now She's Going to Get It Marjorie Silverman
Inherited Water View Looking at My Hand I See Her Robert Carr
Glory and the Neighbors Untidy Ending Lauren Camp
Visionary Nebraska Katie Berger
The ice was coming nicely Matthew Schmidt
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps Janet Youngdahl
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Women of Trachis Savannah Pulfer
Ladybug, Ladybug Cristalle Smith
Dear Jennifer, Bridget Gage-Dixon
Concurrent Incidents I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her Jaimie Gusman
Powered By English Y Pronounced EE Meredith Quartermain
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?