Look, a Lizard!

by Rick Kempa or rather, the lizard, my neighbor (not my “pet”) who, like me, spends the day moving in and out of the sun, I with my lawn chair, he (less laden)...

Equivocal

by Jane Lovell Light spills both ways: silhouetting stands of blackthorn on the lane and climbing the slow hill, striping the turf, its grey horse racing a big ...

Emptying Nest

by Bonnie Riedinger In their dawn state Twig legs teeter On the cusp of flight or plummet. Poised, but flustered They hover above Ouroboros Coiled dark, Bound s...