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Introduction

Anubis Dana Sonnenschein

Somewhere within Kostanay, Kazakhstan Justin Timbol

Swans at the Golf Club Ruth Daniell

On the Straightaway to the Rockies Great Grandpa's Grain Elevator A Nova Scotian Night Light Ryan Smith

Rain Gathering Sonya Gildea

Late August at the End of the World Bren Simmers

Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth Charlotte Vermue Peters

i decay, bro erica hiroko isomura

The Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller

No One Knows How to Be Good Emily Kedar

Spatial Awareness Amy LeBlanc

latchkey fragments Frances Boyle

Between Then and Then Millicent Borges Accardi

Boy With Orange Phillip Watts Brown

Tests for Walking Rahat Kurd

She's a Pretty Bird Susan Zimmerman

A wrist, a wren, a small knife Ellen Stone

When I See Lake Water Kristin LaFollette

Say It Delicious Berry-Picking Laura Cesarco Eglin

Now Erin Wilson

Crane Michael Boccardo

Making the Most of Our Voices Ken Victor

What We Carry on a Pilgrimage Granada, Take Three Elena Johnson

Trust the Trees Wendy Wisner

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Crane

How can I gift to you
                               the folding & unfolding
smoothed into uncertainty
                                          Watch—                  my mother
                  will teach you the origami of it:
                                                                  Crease each corner—
                              Pennsylvania winters
                              crisp white gloves
                              the sepia of a startled horizon
Which is worse:  a girl engulfed
                                          by the silhouette of her own regret
Or the facades which won’t emerge
                  —a husband      sons      the blocks she once chalked
                                                                  down a Jersey sidewalk—
Instead, winter flutters back into fall
                              her mother a mist of Jean Naté—
                  the past migrates toward a slow starvation
How can I show you the difference between ruin
                  & sacrifice             the way they endure the same
                                                                  sorrow
                                                                                    like loving
someone who will one day forget to love you back
How can I help you
                  appreciate the pattern that was never a pattern
                                          but only pieces altered       mended
In those moments when all I want
                                          is to look at her                     I can’t
My wind-rippled lake
my vanishing sky
                              her silhouette      a thousand feathers
                                                                                    ascending into myth

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