fall 2021
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latchkey fragments
Frances Boyle
She's a Pretty Bird
Susan Zimmerman
Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth
Charlotte Vermue Peters
No One Knows How to Be Good
Emily Kedar
A wrist, a wren, a small knife
Ellen Stone
i decay, bro
erica hiroko isomura
Late August at the End of the World
Bren Simmers
The Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller
What We Carry on a Pilgrimage
Granada, Take Three
Elena Johnson
Making the Most of Our Voices
Ken Victor
Somewhere within Kostanay, Kazakhstan Justin Timbol
When I See Lake Water
Kristin LaFollette
Between Then and Then
Millicent Borges Accardi
On the Straightaway to the Rockies
Great Grandpa's Grain Elevator
A Nova Scotian Night Light
Ryan Smith
Boy With Orange
Phillip Watts Brown
Say It Delicious
Berry-Picking
Laura Cesarco Eglin
Swans at the Golf Club
Ruth Daniell
Late August at the End of the World
Lying in bed
at the hour of sleep
won’t come,
the last ice shelf
calved, Greenland,
a cube melting
in a whiskey glass,
the government
removing mailboxes
to quell resistance
anchored in
each other’s arms,
it’s a good thing
we didn’t have kids.
It will continue
to worsen. Talking
the tug between
what we can do
and the inevitable.
Wanting to spend
these dogeared days
growing cucumbers
and watching the sky
cycle through its moods,
the bees sleeping
upside down on
the goldenrod
we let go to seed.