spring 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageBreathturning Chris Checkwitch
she is in the kitchen now
Nora Pace
A Twohanded Cut
The Tornado Cut
The Pandora Cut
Torben Robertson
Six Gray Moons on a Screen
Eleanor Kedney
Family Dinner
In Which I Re-name My Father
Poem Containing Only Words I Hate
griffin epstein
The Fawn
Jenny Berkel
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
A Symptom of Resignation
The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies
Jen Karetnick
Humid Weather
Me of Me
Catherine Strisik
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow
Monologue of a Cow's Shadow
Danielle Hanson
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me
Lawrence Feuchtwanger
Communion of Tongues
Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
sold separately Lesley Battler
Another Vision
Patricia Nelson
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning
Erin Kirsh
Like the best myths
Medusozoa
Sarah Lyons-Lin
blue light
Stephanie Yue Duhem
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration
John Barton
Supermarket Lobsters
Robbie Gamble
The Fawn
In the wooded chapel, crab apple
arms crooked and clasped
you held a fawn trembling
beneath the fruited arch
your face delicate
a drawing of joy
apple blush in the bramble
summer air drenched
deciduous giants draped
over the doe-eyed ravine
their leaves hiding
the careful forest
culling—you recognized
a mirror and held it
the creek below babbling black
your name and the year etched
into hickory, a tiny heart
wild against your jacket.