spring 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageA Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson
she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow Of Stinging Nettle Page Hill Starzinger
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh
Another Vision Patricia Nelson
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow Monologue of a Cow's Shadow Danielle Hanson
Family Dinner In Which I Re-name My Father Poem Containing Only Words I Hate griffin epstein
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger
Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton
Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin
sold separately Lesley Battler
A Symptom of Resignation The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies Jen Karetnick
blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem
Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos Jessica Covil
Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney
Monologue of a Fly’s Shadow
—after Eduardo Corral
My master flies and alights, flies
and alights, and I yoyo,
constantly dragged to the next.
When my master lands on a meal,
fleshy half-spoiled fruit or the rotting
meat of death, I am solidly in it,
covered in muck, unable
to fly. When the rains come,
I disappear with the light, unable
to get clean. One day, a hand will
land and my master will become covered in me.