Sorry that Pluto is no longer a planet. Sorry that Tower

Records closed. Sorry that Manhattan’s pushcarts

transmogrified into sad telephones. Regrettable that

deer munch manicured suburban lawns, their busy teeth

chomping Kentucky Bluegrass. Unfortunate that

clouds closed the moon’s wide eye. A shame that

no one seems to feel responsible for the waste of

tears spilled for unworthy lovers, or the extra

miles traveled by rejected immigrants running for their lives.

Easier to focus on how regrettable it is

that the cost of living rises, than on the tragic

spaces between family members, pulsing with

traumatic long-term tensions and unresolved trust.

Sorry, also, that the Pinta Island Tortoise and Chinese Paddlefish

swim into oblivion, and isn’t it sad how the poor are

paddling in place, their resignation a different kind of

whirlpool, swirling inexorably into itself? Almost criminal that

pollution causes 1 in 7 deaths, our waste and poison

bombarding both personal and global immune systems.

Sad but no surprise that things so often break down, the excess

of some robbing others of bare necessities, with no real

opportunity for change, though the few, golden exceptions

go viral on the internet, neutralizing our consciences.

Regrettable, too, how technology fills our bedrooms with

anti-erotic red LED numbers and TV screens screaming

crime and war and the occasional hard-luck adoptable dog.

In the larger scheme, perhaps it’s better that we don’t

look too hard, but rather, turn our guilty eyes

toward the invisible dark matter that keeps the cosmos whole.




Nonfiction
Poetry

Lynch at Hyde
Alex Wilson


Prisoner of War
Tracy Mishkin


Solstice
Mallory Bass


Flight
Isabel Brome Gaddis


Clockwork
Lisha Ruan


If a Tree Were to Fall
Rachel Janis


Hand to hand
Rachel Janis


There, we are wordless, there
Rachel Janis


Leather and Velvet
Robert Beveridge


Near-Life Experience
Robert Beveridge


This Poem is about a Small Town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and a College I Hated in Massachusetts
Ron Riekki


Firecracker
Andrea Janov


Sometimes When My Wife Comes Home She Doesn't Kiss Me
Ron Riekki


When I Was an EMT, We Never Got in Any Trouble if a Patient Died, But if You Scratched the Side of the Ambulance They Would Fire You
Ron Riekki


POST-APOCALYPTIC YOGA, ALL LEVELS
Janna Layton


The Search
Tim Kercher


Gentrification Download
Alex Wilson


The Ciudad Juarez Side of Sunrise
Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb


While Driving West on I-96, Wind Disrupts the Radio Waves
Paige Leland


Anything, Anywhere, Anytime
Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb


OUTRAGE CONTEST: To the Fourth Estate
Marianne Taylor


OUTRAGE CONTEST: For My Sister
Mirri Glasson-Darling


OUTRAGE CONTEST: My Mother Finally Tells Him Off
Sandra Inskeep-Fox


OUTRAGE CONTEST: Roe v. Wade
Alexis Beckford


OUTRAGE CONTEST: African American
Alexis Beckford


OUTRAGE CONTEST: Rebel Rebel
Sam Cross


OUTRAGE CONTEST: If I Am Guilty of Anything
Sam Cross


When Poems Sound Better in Times New Roman
Paige Leland


A Metaphor for how Trash Day Reminds Me that I’ll Never Be Alone No Matter How Hard I Try
Paige Leland


In The Dark
Alison Stone Eric Greinke

Petals and Roots
Alison Stone Eric Greinke


Fiction