The Clear Cut by Rob Hurson *** The Line of No Trees by Renée E. D’Aoust Before the clear cut. And after. Forest not as Dalí, but as Rothko. Not spirals of possibility despite excessive overgrowth, but flat-flat hopelessness with coded...
The Seal by Karen Fayeth Amid the noise of family chatter around the dinner table, Sakari ate quietly and took small bites while her little brother, Nattiq, scooped mounds of fermented fish into his face. “Slow down,” she quietly...
Three Poems APRIL, PARIS Nothing would be less shall we call it what it is, a cliché than April in Paris. But this poem got started with some thing I don’t think I could do but it reminded me of Aprils and then three magazines came with Paris on...
Two Poems Loving Backwards “Me me me” is what Dad says, “me is all you think about and you are selfish.” I forget what I did. Dad works hard all the time. I always say I’m sorry. Then I am sorry. He does not have time to throw ball and run....
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