Category: Issues

by Jean Atkin I stepped into April & a bee flew laden over the Abraham, Isaac & Jacob & the black cat shone like grass & drank from the pond whe...

by clare e. potter Trapped, I woke to my garden, looked out the window for the hummingbird on the feeder, but beyond, in the ugly corner on the wire fence, ther...

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...

by Agnes Marton We wander like this: the Hart, the Hind (myself), the Kid, ruminant. Hardly a herd. We browse through leaves of surrender, skip for squirrels...

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...

by Ian Dudley I was taking a walk, (I thought) but the walk had second thoughts and abandoned me in the middle of fields of unseasonal wheat, trim, knuckled hed...

Short-faced bear I snort and suck the air for distant carcass stench to clench my craving. I run as far as sun-drop, as far as mammoth, slick and spilled. I wat...