Jan Beatty – Watershed
Watershed If you come from the land of the Athabasca Glacier— where the whole valley’s cut out and you see green glacial water then pines then grey rock, snow, light tan shore with 1 ft. scrub and fireweed— you’re born with a fire inside. You’ll see Snowdome Mountain to the glacier’s right. I live in […]
Molly Fisk – As if it weren’t enough to bear
As if it weren’t enough to bear the world’s dark cloak, the inhumanity of man which knows no limit, 30-foot high flash-flooded rivers, the charred acres lit by wind and lightning or cigarette butts cheerfully tossed out speeding car windows at midnight, we can’t escape our own shallow thinking: who has wretched taste in evening […]
Bruce Weigl – Some Speculation on the Grief of Cats
Some Speculation on the Grief of Cats Still grieving for his brother he lost weeks ago, my cat named Steve searches all around the house and in the neighborhood as if he’ll find him there and bring him home. He won’t give up his vigilance. At night in bed I hear him sometimes howl a […]
Francesca Bell – Leavening Agents
Leavening Agents for Ana Sometimes, my parents left me at the Methodist Sunday school and then went out to breakfast. It was the only religious training I ever had, but when the teacher asked, in a lesson about the power of Jesus, if anyone knew what yeast was, only I among the children could follow […]
Chante Wolf – Monkey Hands
Monkey Hands a flutter before dawn the dead visit the living in a war zone of time my visitor’s breath blew an old acquaintance along my armored body a faceless host lies with hands of sandpaper across places I didn’t know exist my repulsion shackled it howls we suffocate together rolled through ancient oceans of […]
