Pugnacious Beasts

by Andrea Lani One morning I held a snapping turtle in my hands. Her shell was the size of a dinner plate, oblong and slick with a coating of greenish-black alg...

After the Bear

by Matt Stansberry We are always hunting something of our father’s, and he’s hunting too, and we’re sure we’ll know more of ourselves if we can get to him. R...

Beautiful Giant

by Margi Prideaux From behind came a sound, swish, phwom, swish, phnom. My heart fluttered inside my chest. Could it be what I had been hoping for since the fir...