Category: Issue 11
The Racing Dusk
by Nicholas Herrmann The short rains have brought clouds to the Mara, sealing off the wild sky. The ground is damp, the day grey and cool. The scent of wet eart...
Cartwheeling Spiders
by Jenny McBride No time for the eight-step these spiders are taking the desert as if by skateboard, cruising acrobatically, they are the handspring wheels of n...
I came late to a love of birds
by Naomi Racz I came late to a love of birds. So admits J.A. Baker in the opening of his book The Peregrine. It’s a strange thing to admit just seven para...
Time-Series Analysis of Trumpeter Swans
by Robin Chapman The New York cygnets are being trained to follow a man dressed upas a robot wearing an aviation helmet, goggles, and carrying a boom-boxplaying...
Impermanence
by Anne Visser Ney By the time the dogs and I arrive at the beach, the loggerhead is long gone. Only her eggs, telltale nest excavation, and crawls remain as te...
Horse Tradition
by Mary Wlodarski Like all tradition, a habit becomes ritual. Soon humans forget why we started. It could be the practice of checking a gate, or filling extra w...
“Attention is the beginning of devotion”
by Philip Strange The cloud melted away during the afternoon, allowing a little hazy sunshine to cast pale shadows and bring welcome warmth to this early spring...
It Wonders Me
by Nadja Lubiw-Hazard Opossums have thirteen nipples. I was unhappy with this asymmetry, picturing the two even rows of six and that lonely, unpaired, thirteent...