fall 2020
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In a Dark Field
Jesse Sensibar
Fragments of a World
Dayna Patterson
What We Do When We Run Out of Elephants
Shareen K. Murayama
Neurons, Metal, Seed
Reading Rocks and Mountains
Susan Landgraf
The Narrow Road to Deep Marriage
John Wall Barger
Pattern Recognition
Tolu Oloruntoba
Okapi Wood Bison Kristi Maxwell
The Northern Flicker
Identic
Andrew Lafleche
Horses Innocence, Experience
Ryan Eavis
One exists
The embroidering light
you learn
J.I. Kleinberg
Bingo Card for the End Times
Milla van der Have
Netsuke
When We Wake Together in a Lost City
Iris Jamahl Dunkle
My Father's House
A.N. Higgins
Bracketed
A Post-Apocalyptic Nightmare
Danielle Badra
from Vanishing Twin Syndrome: VII
James Cagney
Routes on the Red Subarctic Archipelago Tongue Heather Simeney MacLeod
verses upon the burning of our house
Amanda Merpaw
Pattern Recognition
From the crash of Paleolithic
dusk on concentric days:
it’s a circular route
and a roving dome of dark.
The companion of
moments ago will dissolve,
become a carousel of arms,
a whir of charcoal into black
and I a coat hanger of pleas,
boxing the envelope
of blindness. Approaching
the other rotor in my space,
the thrum of electrostatic
greeting startles, the memory of
voltage attracts, the friction of
sensate digs spurs the canter,
collection of charge for later
experiments, the calibrations, through
chest walls, of hooves bearing
a mute, unravelling eureka, harried,
hurrying. In the half-decade of nighttime
necessities, a suggestion of warmth,
a rumor of a contained dawn below,
a sputter, for us to see the invention of fire.