fall 2016
Table of Contents
Return to Home Page12:33 AM What Colour is That? Mormei Zanke
common time cloud variations Rachelle Pinnow
Indian (4) Blood Quantum (8-9) Jordan Abel
With Their Flicker Fork Tongues, Snakes Taste the Bitter, Bright Air Blue Moon Enters the Street Arleen Paré
Sigmund Freud, Action Figure Meghan Bell
Notes From a Relationship with Hades (#1) Cindy Pereira
sometimes old name warning: leaf kotasek
A Little Soap Work Leena Niemela
Certain Things You Should Know About Rusty Kathleen M. Heideman
That Night She Happened So Easy Nicomekl River Claire Matthews
Guest House
If I bathe today as then, one kettle of hot water, standing in an orange tub with a sliver of soap and dull red dew rag, acquainting myself with skin raw and unreconciled
If I bathe you, hot night in Stonetown, weary from travel, disoriented by heat and diesel smoke while students next door play music too loud. I go over to plead for quiet and end up eating chili paneer, drinking scotch by the fire, and answering questions. No, we have no wives. No, no children. Leaving them baffled as the sun began to rise
If I bathe you tonight as that night in candle glow lambent as touch, my fingers trace your temples with precious shards of ice while I sing to cool the heat, lift the dead weight of each limb, wash each finger, softly cup your genitals to kiss your thigh before resting beside you, the bug net shrouding us as frail as light.