fall 2019
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageCherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
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Meredith Quartermain
Invocation
In place of birds, offer heaven your hymns of star-crossed nuance: miasma, lassitude, tremulous. They rise in the wildfire smoke that apricots the sky.
Offer the creeping bellflower, its taproots of toddler shoelaces. Unthwartable. The descant of crickets.
Stillness. That small brown body outside your front door. That you swaddled in a clean tea towel and laid in the hole beside the lilies, its spirit burning your arms like bread lifted from the oven.
It wanted to be found.