fall 2021
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On the Straightaway to the Rockies
Great Grandpa's Grain Elevator
A Nova Scotian Night Light
Ryan Smith
Swans at the Golf Club
Ruth Daniell
The Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller
When I See Lake Water
Kristin LaFollette
Making the Most of Our Voices
Ken Victor
What We Carry on a Pilgrimage
Granada, Take Three
Elena Johnson
Late August at the End of the World
Bren Simmers
She's a Pretty Bird
Susan Zimmerman
No One Knows How to Be Good
Emily Kedar
i decay, bro
erica hiroko isomura
A wrist, a wren, a small knife
Ellen Stone
Somewhere within Kostanay, Kazakhstan Justin Timbol
Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth
Charlotte Vermue Peters
latchkey fragments
Frances Boyle
Say It Delicious
Berry-Picking
Laura Cesarco Eglin
Boy With Orange
Phillip Watts Brown
Between Then and Then
Millicent Borges Accardi
No One Knows How to Be Good
We want to be risky with our long tables,
saying come,
join, eat.
But we don’t
always know
how to be useful
like the leaf
who throws no
argument against
the alder’s body
as she drinks the light
for that wet wood
to thicken in rings.
We don’t always know
how to be still
like a heron
when the moment
calls for stillness,
our knees too weak
to stand so long in one place.
We don’t remember
how to pour over
without emptying
a single drop,
like this honey light
here, in late autumn.
Listen—
what I’m trying to say
is plain:
very often
we want to be good
to each other
and ourselves at once
and we don’t know how.