POETRY
Jesus Devil Curse by Lisa Lewis
Five Poems by Rachel Brownson
Morning Ablution by Khaty Xiong
Exhibit by Leah Falk
Letting Evening Come On by Joshua Gottlieb-Miller
Two Poems by Brian Tierney
Stick and Poke Tattoo by Lucian Mattison
Mother at the Beginning of Time by Brian Russell
Three Poems by Caroline M. Mar
Two Poems by Angela Penaredondo
Almanac by Brian Simoneau
Lambing by George Kalamaras
The Lungfish by Michelle Gillett
FICTION
Browning Up Nicely by S.M. Brodie
Five Stories by Karen Brennan
ARTWORK
Judith Brassard Brown
9
THE LUNGFISH by Michelle Gillett
Deep down inside, I am afraid of the lungfish
suspended in its tank in the darkened room
meant to emulate time when desert was ocean
and ocean was all there was before we crept
on our stubs from the watery hem of existence
and blinked at undiluted light. There was no
going back although we still lacked breath enough
to inherit the earth. Head down in its gloomy tank,
on our stubs from the watery hem of existence
and blinked at undiluted light. There was no
going back although we still lacked breath enough
to inherit the earth. Head down in its gloomy tank,
God’s first creature made in his own image
before we began to feel at home in shallows and muck,
grew legs and arms, sucked in air and named ourselves,
is who we are— bone and gut, God’s face before we invented it:
stone-like, wide mouth feeding on every element.
grew legs and arms, sucked in air and named ourselves,
is who we are— bone and gut, God’s face before we invented it:
stone-like, wide mouth feeding on every element.