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