Winter 2018

Poetry,Poetry,Winter 2018


Jessica (Tyner) Mehta

Us and every mammal on earth takes
twenty seconds to piss. Imagine that,
the great equalizer is between our legs
(of course). It doesn’t matter
how many warm beers we forced down
during bumbling pauses at house parties
we never wanted to attend. If we just
got the trots training for a pointless race,
or held our bladders tight as a newborn
because the bathroom was too many
steps away (and we so lazy). We’re …

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Poetry,Winter 2018

Four Poems

Dayna Patterson

Self-Portrait as Jessica with Phoropter and Ursa Minor


It was like following a map
that line by line erased itself
until one day it showed blank.

It was a compass that failed
a little more by the month
till it simply spun circles.

It was a daily change of glasses
fluctuating strength
so that vision fishbowled.

North Star, I could not find.
It dissipated, dissolved,
white heat into day’s white,
in blankness left me blind.


If I had left …

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Nonfiction,Winter 2018

Mothering in Black and White

Janice Tuck Lively & Mary Barbara Walsh


I have always been my mother’s child, but not always her daughter. It was my choice. She was not there for several years during my childhood. I lived with my grandparents from the time I was three until I was eight. My mother left my little sister and me and traveled North in search of a job. Once she was settled, she would send for …

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Fiction,Winter 2018

After Hours

Robin Silbergleid

Aimee did not intend to stalk her therapist. It happened, as these things do, somewhat naturally. One day she was taking a walk in her neighborhood, that kind of fast-paced foot hitting pavement boom boom boom sort of walk, when she saw her therapist’s car. It wasn’t like she went out looking for it. But there it was, parked in a driveway, with bumper stickers …

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