spring 2020
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageThere Is No Substitute for Good Planning Erin Kirsh
blue light Stephanie Yue Duhem
Stem of Old French Creistre, To Grow Of Stinging Nettle Page Hill Starzinger
Humid Weather Me of Me Catherine Strisik
Monologue of a Fly's Shadow Monologue of a Cow's Shadow Danielle Hanson
Supermarket Lobsters Robbie Gamble
Family Dinner In Which I Re-name My Father Poem Containing Only Words I Hate griffin epstein
A Symptom of Resignation The Gee Whiz Element of Tropical Storms and Symphonies Jen Karetnick
Moon Turned Her Half Face From Me Lawrence Feuchtwanger
she is in the kitchen now Nora Pace
sold separately Lesley Battler
Another Vision Patricia Nelson
Communion of Tongues Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri
Tchaikovsky, Age 52, Finds His Inspiration John Barton
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Nachos Jessica Covil
Like the best myths Medusozoa Sarah Lyons-Lin
A Twohanded Cut The Tornado Cut The Pandora Cut Torben Robertson
Six Gray Moons on a Screen Eleanor Kedney
Breathturning Chris Checkwitch
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.