spring 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageTchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton
Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow Of Stinging Nettle Page Hill Starzinger
A Symptom of Resignation The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies Jen Karetnick
Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow Monologue of a Cow's Shadow Danielle Hanson
Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos Jessica Covil
Another Vision Patricia Nelson
Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble
Family Dinner In Which I Re-name My Father Poem Containing Only Words I Hate griffin epstein
she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace
blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin
sold separately Lesley Battler
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger
A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh
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.