spring 2020
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Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration
John Barton
A Symptom of Resignation
The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies
Jen Karetnick
Supermarket Lobsters
Robbie Gamble
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Family Dinner
In Which I Re-name My Father
Poem Containing Only Words I Hate
griffin epstein
Six Gray Moons on a Screen
Eleanor Kedney
she is in the kitchen now
Nora Pace
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me
Lawrence Feuchtwanger
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning
Erin Kirsh
A Twohanded Cut
The Tornado Cut
The Pandora Cut
Torben Robertson
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow
Monologue of a Cow's Shadow
Danielle Hanson
Humid Weather
Me of Me
Catherine Strisik
Like the best myths
Medusozoa
Sarah Lyons-Lin
sold separately Lesley Battler
Communion of Tongues
Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
blue light
Stephanie Yue Duhem
Another Vision
Patricia Nelson
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos
Jessica Covil
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow
Of Stinging Nettle
Page Hill Starzinger
blue light
say blue light / say baba / say from the backseat / or say
from the backthroat
in your demure half-shorn mutish / or brutish
frankenstongue / your lintwistic portmanteau childese / or chinglish
(that’s child plus gah gah gah glitch) / (or china so frangible it’ll bah bah bah
break) / yes say ba ba ba / say
baba what is that blue light?
baba in the passenger seat says / i don’t see no blue light / there is no
blue light / stop
seeing light in the dark / stop
this obsession with bah bah bah blue / stop
embarrassing us in front of the driver please / our faces so lost
thank gah gah gah god
the headlights look out not in.
say bah bah bah but / say baba there is a blue light / say see? next to
the steering wheel or
no / you will not yet / know that word so / maybe just trace
a circle with your hands / o-
ver and over again / like / cupping the egg of a / gah gah gah godwit.
baba says / goddamn / says / there is no blue light / says / stop trailing lies
like gah gah gah gasoline on the street / says
do you want to walk bah bah bah back home on your feet / says
and don’t you dare cry.
the driver says nothing.
when baba learns to drive and speak english / years later he will say / sorry / i
did not know about
high beams or how / for years your dreams will be draped in blue / i
did not know how
to split infinitives / like tiny segments of road / i feed the car now / and i
did not know how
to stutter and still shine
a red white and blue light.