Category: Fall 2009 Issue

Nesting Ravens
by Jody Gladding Yes nesting but you didn’t come here for a sign in the slate there’s a deeper question you

Devious in His Carpenter’s Pants
by Oliver Rice Suppose the doctor is running late. Suppose, meanwhile, extrospective, I cross the street, stroll into the park, wishing to be in

Chapped Lips
by Cory McClellan I can’t talk to you anymore, annealing tunes of hypomania has made me thirsty. Home remedies for cracked vermilion: praying in

Nervous Tic
by Cory McClellan It begins like a stutter in a nursery rhyme. Eye volumes fluctuate with capillaries colliding queries of lost keys against o r

Shock
by Cory McClellan Turn off the lights. Undress with caution. You’re wearing the electric touch of abandoned hair dryers. Drag your feet across

The Beast
by Steven R. Weiner The single throat in the painted wood car Screamed for adventure Defying gravity’s intense external response Rejoicing in the

The Bliss of Indigo Trees
by Richard Martin It pays to sleep in a warm room And review poor decisions Before nodding off The mind in a stew of mind Casts shadows of light

This Much
by Mark Hedden By catsup, by fish, by coffee bitter and black, My mind this morning a shredded cobweb. O Woman, lean back. Be quiet, one moment

The Explorer
by Mark Hedden It is so easy to forget what brings you here. For three years now I have been sitting in this room Listening to the sounds

When I Suck Your Nipples
by Dan Sociu I’m a comic–book character — bubbles come out of my mouth inside which nothing’s written. — translated by Adam J. Sorkin, Dan