Flyby

by Bonnie Riedinger   He’s a whirligig on a sugar high, A tuning fork come to dine, A vertiginous blur Spiked in his drink Like a Mai Tai parasol.   H...

White Bears

by Eloise Shepherd You see your first polar bear thousands of miles away from any actual bears. Going north, Oslo to Tromsø, they spring out at you in ever-incr...

Americana

by Anna Kisby raton, es-see-ban, culu, suk-suk Edge of the freeway, weaving like a drunk man, someone is lost on two legs stumbling into paths of cars, veering ...

The Chetwode Grey

by Tom Jeffreys Sitting on a low stone wall outside the parish church of Chetwode, about four miles south-west of Buckingham, I wonder how close I have just com...

Dogspel

by Ann Cefola In the beginning was the Bone and the Bone was good and strong, it grew outward in layers, flushed inside by beating blood, held by organs, muscle...