Spring 2017 Lithium // Unobtainium Jessica Borsi // Unobtainium Science fiction always begins after an unethical decision. For the greater good, greater bad, greater neutrality of some alien race who may or nonfiction Letter From One Who Knows Zoë Brigley Thompson He longed to be surprising, egged on by mornings dulled by hangovers and vomit. His hands were never clean when he came home from the site. Poetry This Could Have Happened to You Chelsea Harris We were outside an antiques and oddities shop, somewhere in New Hampshire, when I said, Look, it’s not my fault, it never was my fault Fiction How it Goes Erin Lyn Bodin It would be nice, all these years later, for her to write down how it got to this point. But on her page, there are nonfiction This is Not Your Country Zvezdana Rashkovich In Leila’s Balkan country most people cowered in permanent unease. Anxious about the propuh, an ill-meaning air draft apparently possessed of ambiguously mystical but lethal Fiction, Fiction Dumb Blonde Rachel Hartley-Smith “A blonde walks into a library—” The man starts then stops. He is a man with a big belly in a dark, baggy sweatsuit, nonfiction At the Seams Lina Alattar To see more of Alattar’s work, visit her website Artist Statement The search for balance is fundamental in my work. Each piece starts Visual Art The Contact Imperative Wendy Oleson She emerges wearing a welder’s mask (I try not to stare) because the blood will splatter under her electric drill—a Black & Decker used to Poetry 4 Poems Ali Beemsterboer The kind of thing I see in movies/memories when there are dark basements involved. He sat on the small of her back, cupped her chin Poetry Burn Jonaki Ray for Reshma Qureshi Mustard flowers stipple the olive and emerald fields as dusty buffalos wallow in shrinking mud pools. Women wash pink dupattas and Poetry My Dearest of Selves, Tire of Thine Eyes & People in the Morning, C.R. Grimmer Death is here, and you plant tree pods for no greenness in a keening beach bleached Poetry 3 Poems Barbara Jane Reyes Some Guidelines for Women After Tomas and Pilar Andres Below are some don’ts for women to avoid getting into “trouble”*: A woman should Poetry When My Mother Was a Girl in Montana Laurel Nakanishi Cabin, barn red and hunkered into hillside, smells like the earth. Moss grows between the planks all down the hallway. Poetry Meow Meow Violetta Leigh stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance The pitter-patter woke Sheila the first night. A rush of footsteps tumbled through her Fiction
Lithium // Unobtainium Jessica Borsi // Unobtainium Science fiction always begins after an unethical decision. For the greater good, greater bad, greater neutrality of some alien race who may or nonfiction
Letter From One Who Knows Zoë Brigley Thompson He longed to be surprising, egged on by mornings dulled by hangovers and vomit. His hands were never clean when he came home from the site. Poetry
This Could Have Happened to You Chelsea Harris We were outside an antiques and oddities shop, somewhere in New Hampshire, when I said, Look, it’s not my fault, it never was my fault Fiction
How it Goes Erin Lyn Bodin It would be nice, all these years later, for her to write down how it got to this point. But on her page, there are nonfiction
This is Not Your Country Zvezdana Rashkovich In Leila’s Balkan country most people cowered in permanent unease. Anxious about the propuh, an ill-meaning air draft apparently possessed of ambiguously mystical but lethal Fiction, Fiction
Dumb Blonde Rachel Hartley-Smith “A blonde walks into a library—” The man starts then stops. He is a man with a big belly in a dark, baggy sweatsuit, nonfiction
At the Seams Lina Alattar To see more of Alattar’s work, visit her website Artist Statement The search for balance is fundamental in my work. Each piece starts Visual Art
The Contact Imperative Wendy Oleson She emerges wearing a welder’s mask (I try not to stare) because the blood will splatter under her electric drill—a Black & Decker used to Poetry
4 Poems Ali Beemsterboer The kind of thing I see in movies/memories when there are dark basements involved. He sat on the small of her back, cupped her chin Poetry
Burn Jonaki Ray for Reshma Qureshi Mustard flowers stipple the olive and emerald fields as dusty buffalos wallow in shrinking mud pools. Women wash pink dupattas and Poetry
My Dearest of Selves, Tire of Thine Eyes & People in the Morning, C.R. Grimmer Death is here, and you plant tree pods for no greenness in a keening beach bleached Poetry
3 Poems Barbara Jane Reyes Some Guidelines for Women After Tomas and Pilar Andres Below are some don’ts for women to avoid getting into “trouble”*: A woman should Poetry
When My Mother Was a Girl in Montana Laurel Nakanishi Cabin, barn red and hunkered into hillside, smells like the earth. Moss grows between the planks all down the hallway. Poetry
Meow Meow Violetta Leigh stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance The pitter-patter woke Sheila the first night. A rush of footsteps tumbled through her Fiction
