fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageA Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
what do you talk about
desire derives pleasure
aren't we missing every thing
gary lundy
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
the neighbors knew i divined water
Hell is hot
Allison DeLauer
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Word on the Street
Henry Rappaport
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning
Angela Rebrec
Girl I
Girl II
Carolyn Supinka
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
The Insidious Susurration
A Conversation
Marie-Andree Auclair
Yellow Flowers
The World Dream
Ann Filemyr
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Alcohol
Fast-slow Continuum
Peycho Kanev
Why, And for What Purpose
Is There Something
Ace Bogess
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola
Good to See You
Eleanor Kedney
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Saturday Night
Charles Springer
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
“Hell is hot”
says the sign nailed to a tree
along the side of the highway
Remember—
My children! My children!
Grandfather called out in his sleep
while the world grew indomitable, strange, and lonely
Everything I touched has turned to salt, he said
So I told him, Taste this watermelon, sweet as kisses
but recalled the thin snake—; a bright green spiral in the road
Imagine: in 1945 they lugged a locked box
onto the USS Indianapolis. The sailors thought
it might hold Marilyn Monroe’s underpants
Instead,
Little Boy, beware the error in nostalgia
which is just desire calcified— torched
like sand to glass in the heat of years