fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageCan't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
Saturday Night Charles Springer
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
QED
I called out for help.
What I got was an overseer.
Petals
of the neighbours’
cherry, last
presses of fingers—.
Presses
at temples, backs
of knees, toes
and root
balls, stones, burning
grasses blaze the blood’s horizon.
Nis þæt hearu stow
it is not a nice place,
that’s litotes, sir, you
dumb fuck.
—Petals of an
unwithering fire,
wind innocent of all
harms it is and does,
have no mind to come
to come to rest in
thorns—each the face of a demon
seen edge-on.
To rest here.
Is not to call it good.
Demonstrandum.