spring 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageThere Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos Jessica Covil
sold separately Lesley Battler
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow Of Stinging Nettle Page Hill Starzinger
Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace
Another Vision Patricia Nelson
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow Monologue of a Cow's Shadow Danielle Hanson
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney
blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem
A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson
Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik
A Symptom of Resignation The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies Jen Karetnick
Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble
Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin
Family Dinner In Which I Re-name My Father Poem Containing Only Words I Hate griffin epstein
Of Stinging Nettle
Faint, overripe aroma
of gardenia petals
drifting above a dark halo
of evergreen leaves up
toward olfactory chambers:
detected and diffusing
into salt, enzymes and antibodies—
a changeable flow
replacing itself
every ten minutes. I am
never what I was and
never quite what
I want to be. Sepia-grey iguana
flicks his tail
while shredding black
seed-studded papaya:
unripe, thrown in the garden.
We are done with it. Disposable—
our lives and
possessions. Bougainvillea
bought for papery blooms
is thorny with toxic
sap. Villas are fumigated—
methyl bromide, not approved
for residential use
causes seizures and worse:
two teenagers in medically
induced comas. Neurologically
it’s like being
in a torture chamber. We
name our world
as we see it: Black Caper, Flamboyant
Catch n Keep, Christmas Bush,
yellow Sap Sucker. Or
after ourselves:
like the Scottish naturalist
Alexander Garden, who didn’t
even discover the flower.