fall 2021
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageNo One Knows How to Be Good Emily Kedar
Making the Most of Our Voices Ken Victor
i decay, bro erica hiroko isomura
Somewhere within Kostanay, Kazakhstan Justin Timbol
She's a Pretty Bird Susan Zimmerman
Swans at the Golf Club Ruth Daniell
The Graveyard Metaphor for Euphoria Kaye Miller
On the Straightaway to the Rockies Great Grandpa's Grain Elevator A Nova Scotian Night Light Ryan Smith
What We Carry on a Pilgrimage Granada, Take Three Elena Johnson
Between Then and Then Millicent Borges Accardi
Say It Delicious Berry-Picking Laura Cesarco Eglin
Late August at the End of the World Bren Simmers
A wrist, a wren, a small knife Ellen Stone
latchkey fragments Frances Boyle
Boy With Orange Phillip Watts Brown
When I See Lake Water Kristin LaFollette
Upon Watching the Rotation of the Earth Charlotte Vermue Peters
Crane Michael Boccardo
Crane
How can I gift to you
the folding & unfolding
smoothed into uncertainty
Watch— my mother
will teach you the origami of it:
Crease each corner—
Pennsylvania winters
crisp white gloves
the sepia of a startled horizon
Which is worse: a girl engulfed
by the silhouette of her own regret
Or the facades which won’t emerge
—a husband sons the blocks she once chalked
down a Jersey sidewalk—
Instead, winter flutters back into fall
her mother a mist of Jean Naté—
the past migrates toward a slow starvation
How can I show you the difference between ruin
& sacrifice the way they endure the same
sorrow
like loving
someone who will one day forget to love you back
How can I help you
appreciate the pattern that was never a pattern
but only pieces altered mended
In those moments when all I want
is to look at her I can’t
My wind-rippled lake
my vanishing sky
her silhouette a thousand feathers
ascending into myth