fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageThe Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
“Hell is hot”
says the sign nailed to a tree
along the side of the highway
Remember—
My children! My children!
Grandfather called out in his sleep
while the world grew indomitable, strange, and lonely
Everything I touched has turned to salt, he said
So I told him, Taste this watermelon, sweet as kisses
but recalled the thin snake—; a bright green spiral in the road
Imagine: in 1945 they lugged a locked box
onto the USS Indianapolis. The sailors thought
it might hold Marilyn Monroe’s underpants
Instead,
Little Boy, beware the error in nostalgia
which is just desire calcified— torched
like sand to glass in the heat of years