spring 2020
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A Symptom of Resignation
The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies
Jen Karetnick
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration
John Barton
Family Dinner
In Which I Re-name My Father
Poem Containing Only Words I Hate
griffin epstein
Supermarket Lobsters
Robbie Gamble
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me
Lawrence Feuchtwanger
she is in the kitchen now
Nora Pace
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning
Erin Kirsh
Six Gray Moons on a Screen
Eleanor Kedney
sold separately Lesley Battler
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow
Monologue of a Cow's Shadow
Danielle Hanson
Another Vision
Patricia Nelson
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow
Of Stinging Nettle
Page Hill Starzinger
Communion of Tongues
Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
Like the best myths
Medusozoa
Sarah Lyons-Lin
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos
Jessica Covil
Humid Weather
Me of Me
Catherine Strisik
A Twohanded Cut
The Tornado Cut
The Pandora Cut
Torben Robertson
blue light
Stephanie Yue Duhem
Monologue of a Cow’s Shadow
—after Eduardo Corral
I raise my mouth to drink the sky,
while my master eats the earth.
We kiss sometimes. I plow.
My legs reach up and my
horns push into the ground.
Milk flows from me when my sky-baby
nestles, or the calloused hands of
sky-man tug. I run on fog. In the
hot afternoons, I stretch to see
how far I can wander from my master.
At dusk, I break free.