The Cool Red Eye of Chicago
by Gavin Van Horn Ever since I moved to Chicago, I’ve been pondering the question of whether there is a single animal that best captures the essence of this cit...
by Gavin Van Horn Ever since I moved to Chicago, I’ve been pondering the question of whether there is a single animal that best captures the essence of this cit...
by Paula Peeters Cold wind buffets my breath as the small boat bounces along the waves. We are heading towards a tiny, sun-bleached rocky nub of an island, one ...
The Meter Magpie by Anna Cathenka scoobidy boo bop the magpie talks in meter feet are bib bob scatting stealing shiny snippets the rib rib magpie mimics artists...
Genesis by Susan DeFreitas This morning’s creation wavers below me, as special as any, close enough to touch: a fish with arms and two tiny ruffs sprouting from...
by Dawn Paul Shorter and shorter days. The sun pours its heat on my back but no longer drives me to find a part of the rock ledge still in shadow. In the long b...
by Richard LeBlond It has been raining hard for several hours – not your typical summer drizzle, but a 40-day, 40-night special. Tonight there will be no readin...
by Tom Leskiw “Where is my oasis? Too far from here for me to crawl with these dead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselessly through the...