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...

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...

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...