spring 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageHumid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik
Family Dinner In Which I Re-name My Father Poem Containing Only Words I Hate griffin epstein
Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow Of Stinging Nettle Page Hill Starzinger
blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem
Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney
Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin
sold separately Lesley Battler
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger
she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace
A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson
A Symptom of Resignation The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies Jen Karetnick
Another Vision Patricia Nelson
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton
Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble
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
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh
Monologue of a Fly’s Shadow
—after Eduardo Corral
My master flies and alights, flies
and alights, and I yoyo,
constantly dragged to the next.
When my master lands on a meal,
fleshy half-spoiled fruit or the rotting
meat of death, I am solidly in it,
covered in muck, unable
to fly. When the rains come,
I disappear with the light, unable
to get clean. One day, a hand will
land and my master will become covered in me.