fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageA Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Saturday Night Charles Springer
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
The Devil
I had dinner with the devil,
shook his hand
and spoke of our families.
His wife is expecting twins again
and he jokes of locking away
his two-headed cock.
He nods at the tales
pulled from my home’s pantry,
says “naturally” at all the right moments
and passes the salt when I ask.
He reminds me of you,
a bit,
only a bit,
there in the knife glint of a narrowing eye
and the origami folding of
a sauce-stained napkin.