fall 2019
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Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
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Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Untidy Ending
Between hiccups my friend says he
wouldn’t mind
dying. He languages three
days in the hard draft and hanging
splash of each stark
internal announcement, the in-
out rebuckling. He can’t
assert anything delicate while
rushed in this discharge. This friend
who claimed every waxing of Coltrane’s sax
had perfect force has this
unfortunate last
composition. Friend exhausted
by angular velocity, the constant
rift, the involuntary
spasms. He’s in a labyrinth
of broken-up breathing, the hiccups
with boots
and visible shouting. He can’t
say love to a soul in the bass
of his voice. Can’t caress
his children: only give in to grasping the crust
of grievance, from the flat
routine prank of what’s left
to the same—fast again. Can we pray
for a rest from the lush? We said we wanted
calm and the calm
all of a sudden swaddles the room
which means nothing
more
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