spring 2020
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Return to Home PageFamily Dinner In Which I Re-name My Father Poem Containing Only Words I Hate griffin epstein
A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson
There Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh
Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos Jessica Covil
Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin
Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
sold separately Lesley Battler
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger
blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem
Another Vision Patricia Nelson
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney
Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow Of Stinging Nettle Page Hill Starzinger
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow Monologue of a Cow's Shadow Danielle Hanson
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton
The Fawn Jenny Berkel
she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace
A Symptom of Resignation The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies Jen Karetnick
The Fawn
In the wooded chapel, crab apple
arms crooked and clasped
you held a fawn trembling
beneath the fruited arch
your face delicate
a drawing of joy
apple blush in the bramble
summer air drenched
deciduous giants draped
over the doe-eyed ravine
their leaves hiding
the careful forest
culling—you recognized
a mirror and held it
the creek below babbling black
your name and the year etched
into hickory, a tiny heart
wild against your jacket.