spring 2017
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageConstantly Looking, Admitting Nothing Paul Douglas McNeill II
Inside My House Gleaning Stones Onjana Yawnghwe
box cars paper plates annie ross
A Coke and a KitKat Spenser Smith
Aztlan Travels Emiliano Sepulveda
Red Sarongs Clementine Chelsea Comeau
Singing in Dark Times Bhaswati Ghosh
Dear Miss Parker Dear Mama Chelene Knight
from Electric Garden Amanda Earl
We Could Have Called Him Joe, We Didn't Juliane Okot Bitek
Prayer For Our Past Selves Esther McPhee
First Loves in Brevoort Park Body Analysis Erin Hiebert
Attention Lindsay Miles
from Glossary of Musical Terms rob mclennan
Romeo, Romeo, WTF? P.C. Vandall
The Lady or the Tiger? Michelle Brooks
Attention
Eileen Myles says, attention to a short attention
span and then you’ll have art. A lush takeover,
the protracted tongue of vine my backyard
shares with Pennsylvania. Our absence.
Eileen says, pay attention in the sober light
of the last three decades. Nostalgia is a drunk
teacher my father would have pushed out
the window (three cigarettes)
for a ten-minute morning. Intimacy of awning,
the process of paint removing itself from pane.
He would have weighed a life tethered to a gas
pump. Lift Handle.
Select Option. I think about those who leave
Regular for something truer.