Vol. 9 No. 2

Accumulation Lindar Scanning
Editor's Note
Creation
You May Call This Armor Foolish
Sunflowers Address the Rain
Awakening
Light show
Cougar Puberty
Moonbeing
The Crone Hunts
Snake in the Dog House
In Lieu of a Travel Agent
Ambrosia: Why I Almost Never Left the Islands
Mossed Roots
A Daughter’s Poem
Daddy, daddy, daddy, wake up! wake up! wake up!
On Reading Dean Young
Boots
Patience
The Forest of a Million Trees Goes Quiet as We Walk
Small Enough for Gnomes
Winter Apples
i envy the family
Effervesce
Hello, Romance
unititled
Portrait of the Young Woman as Artist
Modeling for God
SAILING
Rehearsal
A Villanelle’s Villanelle
Late October
Geophysical Density Contrast
Poetry
color sings across the hillside
I Came for an Existential Crisis and Left with Cinnamon Rolls
Admission
Haleakala Valley-1
Years Together
Blood & Water
Questions I Keep Asking
A Walk
Crimson Expanse
Like a Robot
Lights in Lillies
sex on accident!!!!
Our Mother Has Shit Herself
The Elephant Speaks
Accumulation-Transform
The Man Who Spoke Bird
Dorchester Court
A Recipe Using Quindilla Peppers
How to Greet a Widow
PP18A # 9 copy 5
Body Count
Yes, And...?
The cry of the cicada / Gives us no sign / That presently it will die —Matsuo Basho
Echoes
2263 #1C
Watching Strangers in Love, I think of Saint Rose
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Empty Nest
Aubergine, Aubergine
Transitory Space, Cedarvale Ravine, Toronto, Ontario #3, 2022-2025
Interstitium
August Plea
Practicing
Singing Sands
A Manifestation of Dogs
Hummingbird
My Father, Dreaming
Fishing the Creek
The Lone Crow
An Orange Feeling
Cape Cod, 1981
As a Child I’d Sniff Expo Markers in Dad’s Office
Message from My Mother, Long Dead, Sent into the Ether
The Oleaginous Bible
The Paper Lady
Para-Tender
Morphine
What could not be kept
Midseason
In Remembrance
Exegesis in fauna
Make believe
Loose Ends
Persephone on Her Favored Underworld Initiates
Asthma Ghazal
Passengers
How to Read the News
Grace
Fearful Gossip The Masks We Wear

sex on accident!!!!

          first date. of course.
                    you’re on the roof of a mall with a girl that smells like
                              your first girlfriend. summer’s facing you both
          in the wrong direction
                    she pulls out weed from her pocket
                              the way someone puts their hand to your ear
          when whispering a secret
                    and then lights it, placing it between your lip
                              the smoke of it inside your lungs makes you feel
          the way opening a can of coke sounds
                    she winks at you and you can feel the city
                              forgetting what came before it
          can feel yourself becoming thread
                    through the needle of her desire
                             down in the food court
          the voices of people scribble
                    all around you. both of you share the same piece
                              of fried chicken sitting across from each other
          it makes you feel like
                    giant wedded rodents. on your way out
                              she vomits all over the marble tiles
          you grab tissues from your purse
                    and kneel to help her but she says
                              no it’s okay i’ll do it out of embarrassment
          a kind waitress offers to clean up the mess
                    and you think about taking her home
                              because that’s what a decent person would do
          so you do
                    you arrive at your place and sit on the bed
                              half naked. she looks at you like something
          to step into
                    and you can’t help but kiss her shoulder
                              the smooth wet of it humming into
          the haunted instrument of your mouth
                    the plush of her nipple on your belly
                              as you let her pass over you like a
          breeze without hurry
                    your bodies fall in and out of
                              each other’s tense
          and you’re so full of feeling
                    you almost have a name
                              she falls asleep as you
          get up to pour her some water
                    looking back you watch her bruise
                              the faint light with her breathing
          she becomes someone
                    you could love looking so
                              innocuous and undone
          no, not love
                    something else. something big enough for
                              what girls do in the dark

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