fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageThe Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
Saturday Night Charles Springer
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
When we walk past it every day, it’s easy
to forget its virtues: patience, reliability, fortitude.
Go close, you’ll hear the continuous rush
of a swift underground river.
Yet it never moves, even on muddy days.
I’d like to know that kind of stillness—
emotions roiling while the body’s calm.
It waits to be needed. Cast with the word open
and an arrow faithfully guiding us which way to turn
if fire were to ascend beyond one small flame,
and in our disquiet, our despair
when we could lose everything dear, it gives,
full-on, what we are mostly made of.