Fall 2012: Poetry
The sign said W LL W SPR GS, a nod to the muddy creek bed where autumn leaves floated like dead spiders, bellies and legs to the moon. It was the only hotel in town that tolerated dogs – with a pet deposit management turned a blind eye to its balding carpets. At ten past, the street lights cast parabolas in the littered parking lot. My daughter slept in the back folded like an origami bloom, dreaming dragons and fireflies. Our collie had chewed through the Mercedes floor mats until bits of rug clung to her fur like dandelion seeds. There was a battered card stuck to the office desk, tape curling: HOURLY RATES, CASH ONLY. My daughter yawned her way into 315 C, her hair matted on the left side, skirting the rain channeled by a broken gutter. Boys slouched with hoods pulled over ball caps, and watched her. Their cigarettes made scarlet A’s in the dark. In the night, I counted the freckled constellations on her back. I thought long about what leads women with unerring aim towards the inhospitable; no faith withstands it. My daughter slept folded into sharp corners; she dreamt that hope fragments. The rising sun kindled the scales of dragons still gathered outside.
Fourteen poets fill this section with mothers, daughters, sons; with dreams, promises, hauntings; with joy, pain and what lies in between.
I am a world creator ... . I am a voice finder. (S. H. Aeschliman, “On Voice”) Meet five prose writers who will guide you into unique worlds and invite you to hear their creative voices.
Three photographers and two painters make the pages of this journal sparkle with color, light, variety.
We are proud to introduce five emerging writers whose work shows a depth of talent and creativity that will delight you.
Here are the 27 authors and artists whose work make our first online issue so extraordinary.
LETTER FROM THE EDITORS
To the Friend Who Talked Me Down by Amy Schutzer
Memorial Day on South Greeley Avenue by Penelope Scambly Schott
Lost Rubies by Deborah Brink Wöhrmann
Everything between your palms by Jaime R. Wood
315C by Kristen Roedell
In 4th Grade, Sally Teaches Me the Bases by Betsy Fogelman Tighe
Swan Song by Jaime R. Wood
We by Carrie Padian
The Supplicant by Emily Pittman Newberry
Jailhouse Call by Kelly Running
spoon by Brandi Katherine Herrera
my in mind ungrammared kiss by Melanie Green
Beyond Reach by Leah Stensen
You must give up your dead by Kristin Roedell
Tree Ghosts by Tricia Knoll
Personal Interview by Penelope Scambly Schott
Fairy Tale I Haven't Read Yet by Donna Prinzmetal
One Small Thing Right by Nicole Rosevear
How Mom Played Sad by Sally K. Lehman
Running with Dragons by Trista Cornelius
High Priest by Robin Schauffler
On Voice by S.H. Aeschliman
Lush iii by Tina Tran
The Commuter by Denise Hrouda
Which Witch by Denise Hrouda
The Center of Two by Jolyn Fry
A Knot Unties by Jolyn Fry
weight bags by Calli Storrs
No Parking by Frances Bringloe
Falling in Love by Chaquita McClendon
Go On Then, Gunslinger by Allison Stein
Fishing Float by Sage Freeburg