Poetry
Becky Cooper
How
the Body Learns to Float
The
Science of Naming, an Apology
The
Stairway to the Stairs
Edward Bartók-Baratta
Shoes
I Haven’t Worn
July
Has the Most Murders
Myronn Hardy
Madagascar
Notebook #2
Linda Bierds
Organmeister:
Hasse after Marienkirche
The
Last Castrato
Alexander Long
Noise
Mihai Ursachi
Sensorium
Mysticum
Robert Grunst
Dottie
Bowling
Joseph Campana
12:00am
4:32pm
Lisa Yanover
Guide
for the Perplexed
Sarah Messer
Look,
Starting
with that Time
Sandra Miller
Katya
Kapovich, Poetesse
Christopher Janke
Nocturne
Karen Kevorkian
The
Body
Peter Markus
Our
Father’s Shed, Where Our Father Keeps His Tools, the Rusty Buckets
& Muddy
Shovels, The Nuts & Bolts & Nails & Screws, Bottles
Half Filled With Whiskey
Our
Father Who Walks On Water Comes Home With Two Buckets Of Fish
Laura E. Howard
Full
Measure Rest, A Fugue
Tiny
Glasses Full of Gin
Vandana Khanna
Hence,
Monsoon
On
the Edge of Delhi
Bob Hicok
Memento
My
affair with a hat
Skin
Morning,
three years into the job
Fiction
Patricia Cumbie
Where
People Like Us Live
Courtney Angela Brkic
Remains
Liz Beasley
Curve
Ball
Sari Wilson
Daily
Commerce
C. Abe Gaustad
Depth
of Mirrors
Nonfiction
Becky Bradway
Confirmation
Symposium on Poem vs. Song
Campbell McGrath
Grievous
Angel
Mary Ruefle
I
have a friend…
Mark Halliday
Me
and Bruce
David Wojahn
Death
Watch Music
Martin Walls
“If
I ventured in the slipstream…”
Betsy Sholl
Splish-Splash
Bill Olsen
Flying
Shoes
Gerard Morrison
Adios:
An Interview with Townes Van Zandt
Masthead
