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Introduction

Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton

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

There Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh

Another Vision Patricia Nelson

blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem

Wrestlers Barry Peters

she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace

A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson

Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin

Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri

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

The Star Diane Tucker

sold separately Lesley Battler

Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik

Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger

Breathturning Chris Checkwitch

The Fawn Jenny Berkel

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

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

Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble

Matrilineal Ellie Sawatzky

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

Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney

#teamkoi Carolyn Nakagawa

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Eleanor Kedney

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Six Gray Moons on a Screen

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We were name-making.
Violet for its heart-shaped leaves.
Patricia, the name chosen for my brother
if he was a girl.
My husband wanted April, his mother’s hope
after three sons. If a boy,
Ethan, meaning strong,
or Joshua, generous. Shards
picked up between thumb and forefinger,
far-flung slivers
when the month’s work of my body
shattered.

2

At seven days, the body flushes
hope. The nurse said
You don’t have to worry about the embryos.
I think of the flash river near my house,
a leaf sprout carried downstream
and hours later it’s sand.

3

An article says, heaven
is populated by the souls of embryos
conceived, unknown, lost
in menstrual flow, not mourned.
But ours were six gray moons on the screen.

4

They said, There’s always adoption.
They said, God has a plan.
They said, It’ll happen.
Trust me, you’re lucky you don’t have kids.
They said, Hang in there.
They said, Focus on your career.
My husband just looks at me and I get pregnant.
They said, Just relax, go on vacation.
Maybe you weren’t meant to have kids.
They said, You’ve got plenty of time.
They said, You can try IVF again.
It’s not the end of the world.
They said. They said
everything, but, sorry.

5

I saved the cloth picture frame
spotted with yellow, blue and pink.

6

We met in a hot tub,
a gin bottle in the snow.
My husband knew the star clusters:
Diamond, Beehive, Jewel Box,
Wishing Well, Pleiades, Pearl.
The mountain trails sloped in the dark.
Under the constellations’ bright forms
our knees touched, and we danced
and sat on the couch, and then went back to our separate rooms.

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