fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageDarkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Is There Something You Are Not Telling Me?
question asked by Greg Leatherman
I sit on a stone bench & let the smoke paralyze me
as I watch a minor spider balance on its silk
between two weeds, a black swallowtail
draw a magic-marker streak at my peripheral.
It’s not that I don’t want to share these things—
mine in the context of my being there.
What should I say about each forced pause
to take nature in, five minutes at a time?
Just now, a doe ambled up the road,
three speckled fawns following close
in duckling single-file. The last limped,
wrestling with death to keep her mother’s pace.
Forgive me if I didn’t plan to speak of this.
My hand grew tired from cradling its butt.
My pen fell asleep on a table in the house.