spring 2018
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Like André Derain
David R. Dixon
Cracked Fabergé Egg Of Yes
Lauren Turner
First Ultrasound
Second Ultrasound
Stephanie Yorke
drowning man is not a superhero
Aidan Chafe
Dear Chepe
Wilbur
Melissa Weiss
Sea Room / The Adrift
Exhibit / Queer
Lynx
Joseph Spece
Grim Reaper in Therapy
Brandon Marlon
The Path Discoverer
Taylor Bond
Synonyms For Shelter
Jill Talbot
Trump As a Fire Without Light #665
Darren C. Demaree
Push
Armamentarium
Adrienne Gruber
an understanding
Natasha Zarin
Wet Parable
Duck
Carver
Nathan Curnow
Ice Skating in Holland Carol Hamilton
Naming
Cow Field
Danielle Hanson
Never the Desired Absence
Nick Alti
He Ring Liar's Dice Confluence Derek Thomas Dew
He Ring
Each bird a canal into the dam, when it blows, a little two-step, a bird porcelain stride.
Model helicopters, mother buried deep in the model helicopters.
A bicycle with a good escape, laughing all the time, never laughing.
He doesn’t mind if I flush the toilet and pee into it while it goes down.
By saying Walter, you have unsaid Walter, yet all berries are meant for Walter.
An axe golden black in the charcoal sketch, the freedom to make prisoners.
Brushing his teeth at the river.
I am not so chosen for freedom, but from freedom. Bereaved of hatchet.
Why not always the orange door, I am slow, I remember thinking.
Fighter, I am thinking, he is the ring. Walter is where I do my fighting.