fall 2021
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageSomewhere within Kostanay, Kazakhstan Justin Timbol
No One Knows How to Be Good
Emily Kedar
She's a Pretty Bird
Susan Zimmerman
i decay, bro
erica hiroko isomura
latchkey fragments
Frances Boyle
When I See Lake Water
Kristin LaFollette
Swans at the Golf Club
Ruth Daniell
A wrist, a wren, a small knife
Ellen Stone
Between Then and Then
Millicent Borges Accardi
Late August at the End of the World
Bren Simmers
What We Carry on a Pilgrimage
Granada, Take Three
Elena Johnson
Say It Delicious
Berry-Picking
Laura Cesarco Eglin
The Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller
Making the Most of Our Voices
Ken Victor
Boy With Orange
Phillip Watts Brown
Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth
Charlotte Vermue Peters
On the Straightaway to the Rockies
Great Grandpa's Grain Elevator
A Nova Scotian Night Light
Ryan Smith
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.