Blackbird

by Kathy Miles In his stern black feathers he swifts from elm or oak to claim his patch of seed. His song drips into sluggish veins, the fluency of music, as bl...

Swīn

by Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron “Pigs […] are leading pretty miserable lives.” – Peter Singer I exist under a pink sky; a canopy of blankets lined with caricatur...

Mei Lan

by Brenda Kay Ledford Longs for a home she’s never seen ancient land, legends a small creature stretched out napping on a limb like any animal caged behind glas...

Bigfoot

by Richard LeBlond The day had been scheduled for cold air out of Canada, a lousy way to start up June. But by the time we had gathered at the parking lot near ...