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