Monarch

by Caitlin Stobie Black-veined orange, the Latin proves it: yours is a regal species. But now you’re dead centre in an unmoving wiper (I, driver, was too late t...

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...

Rabbit in the Garden

by Karen Terrey When I opened my hand I didn’t feel anything which isn’t to say nothing was there. A rabbit reaps my garden – at least, I planted it – nip...

Outsider

by Amlanjyoti Goswami fishes squibble, wiggle at droppings nibble at goings on, squabble big fish, small fish still fish in the closed pond one fish dreams of o...

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...