fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageA Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
Saturday Night Charles Springer
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
Darkening Over Still Water
Now leaves the light later, dispels the sooner above.
You are still foregone citrus sadder than yesterday.
You reject the piece of my mind that speaks
and the surface of the piece of my mind that speaks
and you reject showing me what can’t be done.
You are before the first moment.
You are nearer and nearer
and you will go to my enemy’s face
and silently be silent about where you’re going.
Scant is the song we meant as softly
and you’ll reject the sound when it collapses.
Found is your flag of surrender.
Your disbelief is slowly lifting,
but lifting lesser, though the sound denies you
and the beloved denies your love.
Your freedom is perfect—
the night is pentacles, pentacles of rapture
and this is how the sound becomes so sounding
and this is how the sound lost its gender
where its saffron eyes swim
its disguised throat eager to trap me
and this is how its thoughts declined
and I’ll just leave you broken
because you’ve always been broken
and have never had the slightest doubt.
Along with devotion, you have whispers.
Along with separation, forever.
But beneath—
a cloudbank heals petals
and the yellow grove of summer.