spring 2020
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Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me
Lawrence Feuchtwanger
sold separately Lesley Battler
Supermarket Lobsters
Robbie Gamble
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration
John Barton
Communion of Tongues
Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
A Symptom of Resignation
The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies
Jen Karetnick
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow
Of Stinging Nettle
Page Hill Starzinger
A Twohanded Cut
The Tornado Cut
The Pandora Cut
Torben Robertson
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning
Erin Kirsh
Like the best myths
Medusozoa
Sarah Lyons-Lin
she is in the kitchen now
Nora Pace
Family Dinner
In Which I Re-name My Father
Poem Containing Only Words I Hate
griffin epstein
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow
Monologue of a Cow's Shadow
Danielle Hanson
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Six Gray Moons on a Screen
Eleanor Kedney
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos
Jessica Covil
Another Vision
Patricia Nelson
Humid Weather
Me of Me
Catherine Strisik
blue light
Stephanie Yue Duhem
Supermarket Lobsters
what can they discern
through stalky eyes
beyond the glass tank
shopping carts vague
and silvery sliding by
like big blocky codfish
under fluorescent hum
what tiny synapses still
recall the rilled seabed
such expanse to carve
out territory to scrabble
for a mate in a glorious
green-dark pressured
plankton-rich broth not
just this anemic saline
swirled by the bubbling
rock in the corner no
room not to touch each
other thumbs cramped
from the bandings can
they still feel faint tidal
tugs from the crescent
moon that orbits far
beyond these thin cold
light tubes above what
do lobsters wait for