Issue: 2017

A terrible blessing – to be laid open to the bone, where the marrow trembles and sings with all the griefs, known and unknown, mine and yours. I have wanted a field where animals could graze, where I could lay down in the long grasses. If this careful … Continue Reading

Sticky July – wasps in the greenhouse. We dragged out the vacuum and sucked up their hard dark bodies; stuffed a rag in to the nozzle, so they would not crawl back out. See them, covered in dust, climbing over each other in darkness. I dreamt they esca … Continue Reading

Wearing a smile the photographer chose in your yearbook picture and the wistful faux-fencepost-leaning pose in your yearbook picture. An old barn, a covered bridge, and a hickory with a rope swing: quaint country backdrop complete with scarecrows in yo … Continue Reading