fall 2019
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Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
after a suicide
Liam Strong
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
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after a suicide
for Jayme
there is no right thing to do.
i pissed on the church
you had done the same to
twenty years ago. i inherited
no piss for the next three hours.
i wasn’t even drunk. on the walk home
the first branch of a rabbit
split on the road this season.
the powerline maintenance sawed
two dozen trees down the next morning.
weeks later, the stumps. a pyrite afterbirth
from the removal.
i want to piss into the mounds
where a hole should have been.
let there be some flower or fungus
dumb enough to grow in my creases.
let there be a rain uncaring enough
to wriggle a garden from our places, our piss.
let there be nothing left to remember us
by, but what we leave behind more than
any other thing.