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