spring 2018
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageHe Ring Liar's Dice Confluence Derek Thomas Dew
Trump As a Fire Without Light #665
Darren C. Demaree
Push
Armamentarium
Adrienne Gruber
The Path Discoverer
Taylor Bond
Synonyms For Shelter
Jill Talbot
Like André Derain
David R. Dixon
Never the Desired Absence
Nick Alti
Grim Reaper in Therapy
Brandon Marlon
drowning man is not a superhero
Aidan Chafe
The Fall
Spencer Smith
Sea Room / The Adrift
Exhibit / Queer
Lynx
Joseph Spece
Ice Skating in Holland Carol Hamilton
Naming
Cow Field
Danielle Hanson
Cracked Fabergé Egg Of Yes
Lauren Turner
Wet Parable
Duck
Carver
Nathan Curnow
an understanding
Natasha Zarin
First Ultrasound
Second Ultrasound
Stephanie Yorke
Dear Chepe
Wilbur
Melissa Weiss
The Fall
It was Monday, or perhaps Tuesday.
The day is not important—
over the expanding belly of time,
what is one day more or less?
But on that day the toe of my shoe
caught the edge of the world
that someone had left
carelessly draped across the sidewalk
and severed every root
that kept me grounded, and I found
myself tilting on a new axis,
face facing the earth
in sudden close-up clarity like
an unexpected hug from a distant aunt,
and all the pain associated with it,
without the memories.