fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageDarkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Tribute Fraser Sutherland
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Tribute
In love or lust, friendship or obsession
no one depresses me the way you do.
Many are talented at it but no one excels so consistently.
Some make a mess or make misunderstandings,
but they lack the ability
to depress me the way you do.
Some have given me joy, more or less,
but in specialized unhappiness
no one depresses me the way you do.
What is within me holds the absence I express.
I don’t know if I’m one or two, a cause or a result
in this displaced place of certainty and guess
where no one depresses me the way you do.
You turn away, you are unseen, then come into view.
No one depresses me the way you do.