fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageFault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
Saturday Night Charles Springer
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
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.