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...

Alchemy

by Carol L. Deering The fox on Riverview, beautiful as it lay. Small pointed face, black-tipped snout, white fur lifting in a paw’s sweep of pathos, its coat th...

Doubting Finches

by Scott Edward Anderson The house finch nest in my porch light has a curious architecture, made entirely of found things: dried seed heads from last year’s col...

Vixen

by Stella Wulf She lies low, watches the last crow ________fletch the bloodshot sky, ________________straight as a quarrel home to roost. A tatter of bats whisk...