spring 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home Pagesold separately Lesley Battler
Humid Weather
Me of Me
Catherine Strisik
A Twohanded Cut
The Tornado Cut
The Pandora Cut
Torben Robertson
Another Vision
Patricia Nelson
blue light
Stephanie Yue Duhem
Supermarket Lobsters
Robbie Gamble
Six Gray Moons on a Screen
Eleanor Kedney
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Family Dinner
In Which I Re-name My Father
Poem Containing Only Words I Hate
griffin epstein
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me
Lawrence Feuchtwanger
she is in the kitchen now
Nora Pace
A Symptom of Resignation
The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies
Jen Karetnick
Communion of Tongues
Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
Like the best myths
Medusozoa
Sarah Lyons-Lin
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning
Erin Kirsh
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration
John Barton
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow
Monologue of a Cow's Shadow
Danielle Hanson
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos
Jessica Covil
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow
Of Stinging Nettle
Page Hill Starzinger
Monologue of a Cow’s Shadow
—after Eduardo Corral
I raise my mouth to drink the sky,
while my master eats the earth.
We kiss sometimes. I plow.
My legs reach up and my
horns push into the ground.
Milk flows from me when my sky-baby
nestles, or the calloused hands of
sky-man tug. I run on fog. In the
hot afternoons, I stretch to see
how far I can wander from my master.
At dusk, I break free.