We squirmed our feet to sink them beneath the wet sand, and only when we had buried our ankles did we feel a squirming that was something more than a receding wave. Raising one foot, we witnessed an array of Pacific mole crabs, Emerita analoga, falling from our soles to squirm the tide line. I felt like we had intruded. Later, facing a pulled pork sandwich in an outdoor dining area, I unhooked my mask and felt the same way, like I had stepped into a plot that I only half-recognized.
I felt alone in the universe but then remembered the strange/familiar work in our 19th issue. May the words of these fourteen authors remind you that you’re not alone, even when you are.
Dallas Allen: “Refrain”
Christine Breede: “Each Day”
Holly Day: “Just in Case”
Allie Donahue: “Dixie Cups”
Ricky Garni: “Buttons” and “Portals”
Gary Leising: “On Faith,” “Rainbow Glove” and “My Son, Cleaning His Room, Throws Away the Following”
Bruce McRae: “Tools of the Trade”
Ken Meisel: “Shock” and “The Angel Ashriel Lifts Me out of Me”
Cameron Morse: “The Names of Clouds” and “Homestead”
Oak Morse: “/bars/”
Chris Nielsen: “Point of Return”
Cathy Ulrich: “Smile Like You Mean It”
Austin Veldman: “Making It Up as We Go”
Liza Wemakor: “Them Part, or Durie’s Delay”