Ceridwen Hall – The Field (a Missive with Bluff Checks)
The Field (a Missive with Bluff Checks) “You can’t write home from the field.” Vera Atkins, SOE intelligence officer Dear friend, I love more cautiously than I would like. If we still had recess—do you remember how the pines dropped sap in our hair?—it would be easier to return after vanishing. But sometimes I want […]
Michael Pearce – My Father Is a Horse That Tells the Truth
My Father Is a Horse That Tells the Truth 1. The part he liked to tell was about the horses: how you could hear the bubbling thunder of their approach in the moonlit night, how the pointed white hoods and draping cloaks floated over their snort and canter, the fog of each […]
Joseph Byrd – Getting my oil changed
Getting my oil changed and Jeremiah speaks kind he knows motors his assessments include what’s dirty I am not my car I forget to say the oil has come and engines can stutter and I, too, have been guided over holes I want to tell him I have found a thing beneath Jeremiah speaks quick […]
Flower Conroy – Kkaahkkaahrowch
Kkaahkkaahrowch Both the cockroach & the bird would get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us. —Joseph Krutch I misspell you to dispel you lest you illaqueate or immiserate me. I feel you. I mean your presence. I sense you lurking then you appear like a clapperclaw magician. One you might […]
Joannie Stangeland – Dream Land
Dream Land The smell of apples and what I thought was sage Smell of the wind like the smell of stars arching over a house planted halfway up the hill This is a love letter A dream of crickets and frogs, notes in the night Orchard quilt of apples and pears Laden limbs propped up […]
