Equivocal

by Jane Lovell Light spills both ways: silhouetting stands of blackthorn on the lane and climbing the slow hill, striping the turf, its grey horse racing a big ...

Emptying Nest

by Bonnie Riedinger In their dawn state Twig legs teeter On the cusp of flight or plummet. Poised, but flustered They hover above Ouroboros Coiled dark, Bound s...

The Bird

by Holly Day The tiny bird flaps in the grass near me watches my approach with eyes like glass beads opens its mouth as if expecting random acts of maternal kin...

Paralarva

by Rebecca Gethin a pulsating jig of injelligence, all on my own in the waterdance Disguised as water I see through myself a series of dots connecting suckers t...