waves from the side of the highway filling barren gaps in once used lots mustard heads sit heavy on long slim stalks cars pass the gilded weed becomes liquid in the amber light of dusk.
—Judith Chatowsky
Editor's Note Contributors to this Issue
Oyster Boy Review
Pete Lee Terry Spohn Judith Chatowsky Lyn Lifshin Michael Estabrook Timothy Call
Thomas Rain Crowe Pamela M. Patton Michael McNeilley Lucy Harrison Christy Sanford
Chad Driscoll Steve Kistulentz