fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home Page(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Saturday Night Charles Springer
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Good to See You
In front of Saks at Christmas,
watching synchronized snowflakes blinking
in dark windows
to “Carol of the Bells,”
I could live again for the penny
found on the ground.
My mother died,
and after 40 days and 40 nights
I blend green vegetables
to get vitamins
quickly into my bloodstream.
I’ve never smoked a banana
but I received communion
when I wasn’t in a state of grace.
Daily I erase regret.
It gives me pleasure to agree.
A rule I’ve adopted is to listen
but not give anyone advice.
Twice, I fluttered my eyes.
I’ve learned to say, Good
to see you, instead of, How
are you? so as not to hear
dredged up miseries or refrains.
I have a plugged-up salivary gland,
but no one wants to look in my mouth.
Now I write short sentences
joined by semi-colons. I’m not a whale;
I’m not Jonah; I’m not that epic.