The Snakecatcher 

by Karen Jane Cannon In Sussex fields we saw the wooden sign — red letters warning us of adders hid under tall nettles, long cow parsley, but we never saw a tel...

Highland Bestiary

by Joan Lennon In the fog, sheep strike _____poses, misty round the edges, __________strangely heroic. Sleeping otter dreams _____of water. If streams could dre...

Raven

by Rachael Clyne Sithee wingless, I am cum ter tek thee fer tha’ll’t ne’er mek it alone. I shall carry thee thru yon veil an’ on where tiz same-colour as me coa...

pig farm

by Gerry Boland a sow stands short-shackled to a concrete floor decked with shit-smelling piss-soaked wooden slats she shifts and struggles wrenches with sumo n...

POW

by Ian McLachlan Shaking palms snap buzzing machine heart thwack of wheels shouts under red skies; in hiding. Are they born mad? We say they are born mad. They ...

Endless

by Lisa Kemmerer Activist-philosopher-professor, Dr. Lisa Kemmerer is the author/editor of nine books, including Eating Earth: Dietary Choice and Environmental ...

Requiem

by Karen Lloyd In the spring I’ll travel to the valley – a witness to the sky-dance of the last Golden Eagle, writing his own elegy across the clouds. Rig...