ISSUE FOUR, SPRING 2011
A WORD FROM THE CHIMPANZEESby Andrew Blossom
The man is after our females. Despite whatever theories may surface to the contrary, you should know this much is true.
PENITENZIARIOby John Beardsley
—and maybe though my prayers are unbeautiful / it is good. That they lie with the frayed and careworn / edges of my collars, my tireless pages, meager and meek as the lamb,
DAUGHTER AT BEDTIMEby Anna Claire Hodge
Finger / the scar along your arm, refuse to turn / your back to an open space for fear of dead // relatives that might scrape your shoulder / with cold fingernails.
THE MAD SCIENTISTS AT PROMby Anthony Jones
we smashed all their beakers / and crushed all their test tubes / but here they are in their lab coats—
A CODA WILL BRING US TO A CONVINCING CONCLUSION by Carrie Lorig
Wait for noise / enough to braid. // Wait for a man / at the absolute end of the line
THE LADDERby D. W. Martin
We forgo shoes, hustle to the garage / to snag the ladder—two splintering sections / bowed in the middle with age, lashed / and relashed by duct tape and spit.
WHERE: KNUCKLE BAY BOTANICAL GARDENSby Holly Jensen
He just shrugged, then winced, and said, “Oy.” When Benj was in pain, he got Jewier.