The Maynard

spring 2020

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Introduction

sold separately Lesley Battler

Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton

There Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh

Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri

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

The Star Diane Tucker

A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson

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

Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble

The Fawn Jenny Berkel

she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace

Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney

Wrestlers Barry Peters

Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin

Matrilineal Ellie Sawatzky

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

Breathturning Chris Checkwitch

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

Another Vision Patricia Nelson

blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem

#teamkoi Carolyn Nakagawa

Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik

Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger

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

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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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