The Maynard

spring 2020

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Introduction

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos Jessica Covil

Wrestlers Barry Peters

Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri

Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik

Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger

she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace

A Symptom of Resignation The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies Jen Karetnick

Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton

blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem

Family Dinner In Which I Re-name My Father Poem Containing Only Words I Hate griffin epstein

The Star Diane Tucker

Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow Of Stinging Nettle Page Hill Starzinger

Another Vision Patricia Nelson

There Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh

Monologue of a Fly's Shadow Monologue of a Cow's Shadow Danielle Hanson

The Fawn Jenny Berkel

sold separately Lesley Battler

Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney

#teamkoi Carolyn Nakagawa

Breathturning Chris Checkwitch

Matrilineal Ellie Sawatzky

Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin

A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson

Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble

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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.

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