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Previous Issue: Fall/Winter 2009

POETRY

Dilruba Ahmed
Jackfruit

Rebecca Kinzie Bastian
– Words, Too, Can Be Wrung
From Us
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Rebecca Kinzie Bastian
In a Break Between
Bursts of Laughter
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Amber Clark
Of Names
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Nick Courtright
Inciting a Panic
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Lisa Fay Coutley
What He'll Say if You Ask
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Weston Cutter
The End of Desire
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Paul Dickey
Editor's Memo to the Daily Prophetess Before She Releases Today's Column

Nathan McClain
– [When you pour your face into the cup]

Ashley Anna McHugh
Church of the Annunziata, 1760
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Ashley Anna McHugh
Wedding Anniversaries
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Heather McNaugher
Accoutrements

Heather McNaugher
Saturday Night with Self

Iris Moulton
Summer in Kansas, 2009

Iris Moulton
crickets listen with our legs and

Michael Ogletree
Homecoming
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Steven Schroeder
One Frame Famous
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Josie Sigler
yes, those who fail to read guides & fall in love

Julie Marie Wade
Roanoke
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Fritz Ward
Nightmother of Afterthoughts

Fritz Ward
Landfill Fixed With Silver Halide

 

REVIEWS

Scott Hightower on…
The Next Country,
Idra Novey

Rebecca Wadlinger on…
Museum of Accidents, Rachel Zucker

Amanda Auchter on…
Sediment, Sandy Tseng

Accoutrements  
Heather McNaugher

My girlfriend’s step-dad wore shirts so soft
they demanded a nap, or my cheek,
again and again, for stealth minutes alone
by the hamper. Broadcloth shirts
from Brooks Brothers and JoS Bank.
Shops I’d never heard of; a fabric from which
there is no going back.
His Waterman pen, the cool black opposite of sleep,
composed the list of things I couldn’t keep,
while the meaning of his wrist
was his gold Hamilton watch,
a thin, quiet square I drew at night
in its furrowed brown band.
Bedtime disclosed a tumbler of Jack
on an implacable bedside table,
where maleness gathered to rest:
his watch, his pen, his pigskin billfold,
confidential and slim. Assertive silver key ring
asserting his initials.
What else about Bart?
He was a man, his ropey frame a record
of finely made items
I hadn’t known before.

Now I make my own money.
I could buy those things, but don’t.
I want you, gentlemen, to have them,
so the longing never stops,
and I don’t disappear.

 

Heather McNaugher is Assistant Professor of English in the MFA program at Chatham University, where she is the poetry editor for Fourth River. Her chapbook, Panic & Joy, was published in 2008 by Finishing Line Press. Her work has appeared in The Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review, and The Cortland Review.