fall 2015
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the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
Good to See You
In front of Saks at Christmas,
watching synchronized snowflakes blinking
in dark windows
to “Carol of the Bells,”
I could live again for the penny
found on the ground.
My mother died,
and after 40 days and 40 nights
I blend green vegetables
to get vitamins
quickly into my bloodstream.
I’ve never smoked a banana
but I received communion
when I wasn’t in a state of grace.
Daily I erase regret.
It gives me pleasure to agree.
A rule I’ve adopted is to listen
but not give anyone advice.
Twice, I fluttered my eyes.
I’ve learned to say, Good
to see you, instead of, How
are you? so as not to hear
dredged up miseries or refrains.
I have a plugged-up salivary gland,
but no one wants to look in my mouth.
Now I write short sentences
joined by semi-colons. I’m not a whale;
I’m not Jonah; I’m not that epic.