fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageThe Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
A Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Tribute Fraser Sutherland
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Saturday Night Charles Springer
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
Tribute
In love or lust, friendship or obsession
no one depresses me the way you do.
Many are talented at it but no one excels so consistently.
Some make a mess or make misunderstandings,
but they lack the ability
to depress me the way you do.
Some have given me joy, more or less,
but in specialized unhappiness
no one depresses me the way you do.
What is within me holds the absence I express.
I don’t know if I’m one or two, a cause or a result
in this displaced place of certainty and guess
where no one depresses me the way you do.
You turn away, you are unseen, then come into view.
No one depresses me the way you do.