fall 2020
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What We Do When We Run Out of Elephants
Shareen K. Murayama
Fragments of a World
Dayna Patterson
One exists
The embroidering light
you learn
J.I. Kleinberg
Okapi Wood Bison Kristi Maxwell
The Northern Flicker
Identic
Andrew Lafleche
Bingo Card for the End Times
Milla van der Have
from Vanishing Twin Syndrome: VII
James Cagney
Horses Innocence, Experience
Ryan Eavis
My Father's House
A.N. Higgins
Routes on the Red Subarctic Archipelago Tongue Heather Simeney MacLeod
In a Dark Field
Jesse Sensibar
The Narrow Road to Deep Marriage
John Wall Barger
Netsuke
When We Wake Together in a Lost City
Iris Jamahl Dunkle
Neurons, Metal, Seed
Reading Rocks and Mountains
Susan Landgraf
Bracketed
A Post-Apocalyptic Nightmare
Danielle Badra
verses upon the burning of our house
Amanda Merpaw
Pattern Recognition
Tolu Oloruntoba
from Vanishing Twin Syndrome
VII
Born clean from my mother,
daily I dress myself in mud + axel grease
fish skin + coyote blood.
Birds see me as the herald of death
kicking the confinements of silence.
I dent every frame I crack every shell
Test every system
even this cluster of nerves... the last on Earth.
If nothing gets tested, how will you know anything works?
I perfectly dismantle anything unbroken,
break land speed records on my Schwinn,
bionic with skill I can fly.
This body awarded with stitches.
Every weekend I am thrown together again
in my father’s Golgotha.
He says he brought me here and
wants his money’s worth.
His word is BOND
not sorry.
He thump sorry words out my mouth.
He say: love makes men weak. Save that word
for when you start your first fire
nobody can put out.