fall 2019
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Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Invocation
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
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Powered By English
Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Wife Lessons
Do you remember learning to
make a fist? A real one
for hurling fury away from your body
from the shoulder like a fast ball
like you mean it. Your father
kneeling down, forcing your fingers
open church and steeple, digging
out your fat angry thumb,
nail bitten down, dirty.
Do you remember his knuckles
curling over yours, rolling you up
like a rose bud, like a valentine.
“Like a rock,” he said, folding
your thumb down to lock it.
Bone to meat. He said to always
remember, smacking down
the ridge of your violence, offering
his shoulder tensed for the blow.
“Bone to the meat. Fight like a lady.”