fall 2019
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Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
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Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Sailor
Mark Gregory Lopez
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Sailor
We hush quiet
incantations into bark.
Ice-ready linens wade for hand-carved red
of tower-watchers.
Nights are for cancer, some for cant-burns.
A limb-bleached question for makers who made too many.
What did we make?
What lasso-lame message was there to breathe into?
Another tether to our ribs.
Whipping cord to shatter the morning.