fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageThe Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
Laetitia Evie Ruddy
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Saturday Night Charles Springer
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Laetitia
We visited her in a nursing home on her 90th birthday. I was 5. “Who’s the boy,” she asked, looking at me. I had short hair and was wearing pants. She thought the year was 1920. It scared me that she couldn’t recognize her own daughter. “It’s me, Mom,“ my grandma would say. But Great-grandma stared right through her. Once, Grandma said, “Mom, do you know who I am?” And she replied, “No, but you please me.” Great-grandma thought she owned the nursing home. Sometimes she’d say, “My husband was so kind, he left me all these workers.” Her maiden name was Schultheis. She was a farmwife and a teacher. She wore her hair in a bun and an afghan on her lap. She believed in God and the natural healing properties of apple cider vinegar. She left me a crucifix, a rosary, a sacred heart badge, a prayer book written in French, and the musical notes to a song she wrote. Right before she died, she looked at my grandmother and must have seen her daughter’s face. Her last words were, “I love you,” in German.