spring 2021
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The Deer Who Sneak Into Father's Butchering Shack at Night
L M Schmidt
Drought
Flash Flood
Samantha Jones
No Fixed Thing Space Follows Adam Day
The Year We Considered Foster Care
Sunni Brown Wilkinson
White Rhino (Ceratotherium simum)
Coyote (Canis latrans)
Blue Morpho Butterfly (Morpho menelaus)
Jordan Mounteer
The Retrograde of a Frigid Planet
Self-Portrait as an Internal Dialogue on Rue St-Laurent, 2016
Lauren Turner
Glendale
Michael Buckius
arma virumque cano
Revelation on Baptist Hill
Libby Maxey
Self-Portrait as Used Condom Riding the Wonder Wheel
Melissa Eleftherion
The Guilt of Not Wanting
Ashley Prince
Ghazal With Malbec, No Cigarettes
Oxytocin Pandemic Love Poem
Lisa Richter
Fits and Starts
Natasha Pepperl
Glendale
Don’t give me directions to your mother’s house in Glendale because I’ll say I got lost. Yesterday I watched a minor murmuration of birds fly from tree to tree and I know they feel the same way I do: even in your mother’s arms, Glendale is lacking. If your mother and I were to form a relationship and go in on a house together in Glendale, that would be one thing. She called me today and described the birds outside her window. She said she was glad there was something in the world that could give shape to the wind.