spring 2017
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageAztlan Travels Emiliano Sepulveda
A Coke and a KitKat Spenser Smith
Dear Miss Parker Dear Mama Chelene Knight
from Electric Garden Amanda Earl
Romeo, Romeo, WTF? P.C. Vandall
We Could Have Called Him Joe, We Didn't Juliane Okot Bitek
The Lady or the Tiger? Michelle Brooks
Constantly Looking, Admitting Nothing Paul Douglas McNeill II
box cars paper plates annie ross
Prayer For Our Past Selves Esther McPhee
First Loves in Brevoort Park Body Analysis Erin Hiebert
Red Sarongs Clementine Chelsea Comeau
from Glossary of Musical Terms rob mclennan
Inside My House Gleaning Stones Onjana Yawnghwe
Singing in Dark Times Bhaswati Ghosh
Body Analysis
I like my mother best
when she’s naked. In the morning
between a shower and a blow dry
she’d nip into the kitchen
to drop some toast
and give me an education
on body hair. I have memories
of us rubbing lotion up our legs
and learning our heritage
was in the hips. I’d read
her skin, slack like her mother’s,
the knobs on her spine
when she’d bend into underwear.