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