fall 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageHorses Innocence, Experience Ryan Eavis
Netsuke When We Wake Together in a Lost City Iris Jamahl Dunkle
The Northern Flicker Identic Andrew Lafleche
The Narrow Road to Deep Marriage John Wall Barger
In a Dark Field Jesse Sensibar
What We Do When We Run Out of Elephants Shareen K. Murayama
Bracketed A Post-Apocalyptic Nightmare Danielle Badra
from Vanishing Twin Syndrome: VII James Cagney
One exists The embroidering light you learn J.I. Kleinberg
Fragments of a World Dayna Patterson
Pattern Recognition Tolu Oloruntoba
My Father's House A.N. Higgins
Neurons, Metal, Seed Reading Rocks and Mountains Susan Landgraf
verses upon the burning of our house Amanda Merpaw
Okapi Wood Bison Kristi Maxwell
Bingo Card for the End Times Milla van der Have
Routes on the Red Subarctic Archipelago Tongue Heather Simeney MacLeod
What We Do When We Run Out of Elephants
Today the volume button on my phone
stopped working.
No. I should say died.
I hate saying died.
Today the volume button on my phone died:
your voicemails cradled metallic
in my pocket too thin—
They say a hundred elephants are killed each day:
a living room toothless times a hundred.
They say elephants bury their dead:
tympanic shrills and gentle nudging
shaking against what is passing: tentacular.
A limbic silence wakes the community
tossing branches and leaves on the not moving.
They say members of the herd will stay with the body for days
before moving on.
I hate when people say moving on.
Today the volume button on my phone died.
I hate saying died.
What will we do when what powers
us stops moving—
a gentle nudge, shaking against
what’s already moved on.