fall 2021
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageOn the Straightaway to the Rockies Great Grandpa's Grain Elevator A Nova Scotian Night Light Ryan Smith
i decay, bro erica hiroko isomura
Swans at the Golf Club Ruth Daniell
A wrist, a wren, a small knife Ellen Stone
Late August at the End of the World Bren Simmers
Somewhere within Kostanay, Kazakhstan Justin Timbol
When I See Lake Water Kristin LaFollette
Say It Delicious Berry-Picking Laura Cesarco Eglin
Boy With Orange Phillip Watts Brown
Making the Most of Our Voices Ken Victor
latchkey fragments Frances Boyle
She's a Pretty Bird Susan Zimmerman
Between Then and Then Millicent Borges Accardi
No One Knows How to Be Good Emily Kedar
Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth Charlotte Vermue Peters
The Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller
What We Carry on a Pilgrimage Granada, Take Three Elena Johnson
Berry-Picking
I’ll start with something safe
and learn to use my words while blueberries
grow to become their name. Blueberries
are red and such red
they are actually arándanos
so I can move on to
danger and word what I can’t do. I
can do this. I can
do this and this is done.
Once in love with one word the end
is lost to an ending. A shift. A particle
repeated in separate particles
until senseless
they are whole.
Bloie yagdesh are the words you offer
for me to bite into something new that was
already mine already you already blue.