fall 2019
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Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Powered By English
Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Dark Night Full of Stars
Is it true? I mean only this
that always even sunlight vanishes
just as rain, rain clears, and most but not all
storms relent? Or would it be proper
if that glare that grinds its shadow
against the best of us and yes the worst
of us were to leave us nothing,
no, not a thing, but light, but light?