fall 2019
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{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Clouds
Max Heinegg
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
Powered By English
Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
Clouds
I play my class a live version, comparing 1969
to today. They believe in the advertised mantle,
the powwow of stars. As the cycle goes, weather.
What do they think of Joni’s manner, confidence
in her own tuning, how she starts with the familiar
clouds, then illusions, and then love? Much of adulthood
is looking at the last lines first, dowsing the cracked
ground for strategy. They doze the talk from desks’
divans, don’t marvel at Joni’s ascent to cirrus, the surety
of one above, who falls how she wants to: in liquid
grace notes through the weight-bearing grey. How
the beautiful song and its singer, my mind stays
ageless. The challenge when yearlings
wonder at the gifted water, debating thirst.