Issue 9 – zoomorphic

Alchemy

Posted on December 22, 2017 by

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...

Issue 9/Poetry

Please Take Care of the Valuable Livestock

Posted on December 21, 2017 by

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...

Issue 9/Poetry

Two Poems by Joanna Lilley

Posted on December 20, 2017 by

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...

Issue 9/Poetry

Doubting Finches

Posted on December 19, 2017 by

by Scott Edward Anderson The house finch nest in my porch light has a curious architecture, made entirely of found things: dried seed heads from last year’s col...

Essays/Issue 9/Uncategorized

Spokesbirds for the Spokesbirds

Posted on December 18, 2017 by

by Katie Fallon I sat cross-legged on the pea-gravel floor of the enclosure, as still as stone, half of a dead mouse resting in my outstretched palm. Lew th...

Issue 9/Poetry

Vixen

Posted on December 15, 2017 by

by Stella Wulf She lies low, watches the last crow ________fletch the bloodshot sky, ________________straight as a quarrel home to roost. A tatter of bats whisk...

Issue 9/Short Pieces

Brave Bird

Posted on December 11, 2017 by

by Isaac Yuen While doing laps at the pool one day, I came to the conclusion that the penguin is the most courageous and admirable of birds, because swimming is...

Issue 9/Poetry

Fluke

Posted on December 8, 2017 by

by Rebecca Gethin People wander the shore looking to sea as though waiting for a god to manifest, or a sign of an epiphany, an oracle from the expanse. We stare...

Essays/Issue 9

Warts and All

Posted on December 4, 2017 by

by Jessica Groenendijk I am passionate about cats. I admire their fluid grace and their shape pleases me. Not for me the slavish neediness of dogs, I prefer the...

Issue 9/Poetry

Footnotes

Posted on December 1, 2017 by

by Brian Johnstone It’s the pattern of a dance, not slow, slow, quick, quick, slow; but slow, slow, slow: the macro prints that show the steps – not feet, but f...