fall 2021
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Swans at the Golf Club
Ruth Daniell
Making the Most of Our Voices
Ken Victor
Boy With Orange
Phillip Watts Brown
A wrist, a wren, a small knife
Ellen Stone
No One Knows How to Be Good
Emily Kedar
latchkey fragments
Frances Boyle
Late August at the End of the World
Bren Simmers
i decay, bro
erica hiroko isomura
She's a Pretty Bird
Susan Zimmerman
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
Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth
Charlotte Vermue Peters
Say It Delicious
Berry-Picking
Laura Cesarco Eglin
Between Then and Then
Millicent Borges Accardi
The Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller
Spatial Awareness
Amy LeBlanc
What We Carry on a Pilgrimage
Granada, Take Three
Elena Johnson
Spatial Awareness
The kitchen window on the left
with the sink in front—
you could draw an outline in chalk
on the cushioned tile
(with: arms, pinky toes, appendix,
intestines, hemoglobin, ferritin)
but it may not help in the end.
Turn the room on its side
to shift your heart into a new
position one where blood
either pools or flows
like a river that runs both
ways. With the room in
view, move the chair a fraction
to the right. This will place you
closer to the sun, nearer
the airport,
closer to tenderness.
On second thought, draw
the body in chalk on the floor
but make it your own. Solid lines
for impenetrable membranes,
dashes for DNA, stars for
cytokines. A space
on the left for a heart that pumps
blood toward an airplane
moving overhead.