fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home Page(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Saturday Night Charles Springer
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Can’t Stomach
Stones are Tums
in this dyspeptic universe
In other words:
we can’t stomach the world
In other words:
human nature is too much to take
Medical marijuana eases nausea,
a common complaint
Acid reflux is one more
aggravation
The acrobat on his unicycle
balances a ten foot stack of dishes
I can make out a slice of pizza
and a Ruben sandwich
He pedals backwards
He balances a ball on his nose
With his chin he eases a bottle of Tums
from his shirt pocket
He tosses the bottle in the air
The tablets fly out
like a spray of stars
Constellations have stories
They have something to say
I wasn’t going to tell you
but I am suffering from stomach cancer
In the early days
friends would hear the news and say:
I’m sorry
and I’d nearly shout:
Don’t tell me you’re sorry
Tell Cancer you’re sorry
Because I’m going to kick Cancer’s ass
send him back to the Cancer Ward
where he belongs
where he can lay on a bed naked and bleeding
and lick his wounds
That’s what I said in the early days
the Days of Hubris