spring 2021
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageNo Fixed Thing Space Follows Adam Day
The Guilt of Not Wanting
Ashley Prince
Estela
Elisabeth Murawski
The Year We Considered Foster Care
Sunni Brown Wilkinson
Ghazal With Malbec, No Cigarettes
Oxytocin Pandemic Love Poem
Lisa Richter
White Rhino (Ceratotherium simum)
Coyote (Canis latrans)
Blue Morpho Butterfly (Morpho menelaus)
Jordan Mounteer
Self-Portrait as Used Condom Riding the Wonder Wheel
Melissa Eleftherion
Drought
Flash Flood
Samantha Jones
arma virumque cano
Revelation on Baptist Hill
Libby Maxey
The Retrograde of a Frigid Planet
Self-Portrait as an Internal Dialogue on Rue St-Laurent, 2016
Lauren Turner
Fits and Starts
Natasha Pepperl
The Deer Who Sneak Into Father's Butchering Shack at Night
L M Schmidt
Estela
She’s old as Sarah in the Bible
when X-rays detect
a long dead fetus in her body.
Decades she was home
to this clump of bones and flesh
of their flesh. Surgery’s
risky. She must carry on aware
her womb’s a funeral urn,
that she’s a walking grave.
She begs her husband’s ghost
to find our baby’s soul.
Surely, a fetus has one?
Barren sixty years. She laughs
the punishing laugh
of the childless. She is never
without the ache. At night
it pokes her awake
like an infant’s foot.