fall 2020
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What We Do When We Run Out of Elephants
Shareen K. Murayama
Bracketed
A Post-Apocalyptic Nightmare
Danielle Badra
The Northern Flicker
Identic
Andrew Lafleche
The Narrow Road to Deep Marriage
John Wall Barger
My Father's House
A.N. Higgins
from Vanishing Twin Syndrome: VII
James Cagney
In a Dark Field
Jesse Sensibar
Neurons, Metal, Seed
Reading Rocks and Mountains
Susan Landgraf
verses upon the burning of our house
Amanda Merpaw
Pattern Recognition
Tolu Oloruntoba
Horses Innocence, Experience
Ryan Eavis
Okapi Wood Bison Kristi Maxwell
Routes on the Red Subarctic Archipelago Tongue Heather Simeney MacLeod
Bingo Card for the End Times
Milla van der Have
One exists
The embroidering light
you learn
J.I. Kleinberg
Netsuke
When We Wake Together in a Lost City
Iris Jamahl Dunkle
Fragments of a World
Dayna Patterson
The Narrow Road to Deep Marriage
We fought bitterly last night, Tiina and I,
I’d tromped dirt into the bedroom,
both of us furious, we slept in separate rooms.
This morning we walk the stairs behind our house,
side by side, in silence, the silence of two tender hearts
each carrying a plate heaped with rice and yoghurt and eggs,
to feed the local feral puppies. It is a hot spring day,
there is a wedding close by, you can hear
the women singing and brass instruments.
Above us two clouds sink into the blue like damaged ships
and the puppies bounce out of the bushes to greet us,
creatures tripping out of a legendary world
of old shoes, chip bags, milk cartons,
bright souls from some opposite shore,
kindness glittering in the air like the one bright can
in a river of garbage. The black dog mother
watches us, tyrant of the brambles, pandemonic eyes,
mouth red, leaky dugs. The pups, having eaten,
loll on the sunlit steps. Tiina holds each tiny dog
a long time, whispering to them
in her secret language.