Divide
by Bruce Holsapple Sandy mountain road, twisting high thru pine & jumper, into that saddle where the peaks divide, rocky gullies start hers,
Ouroboros
by Kristin Agudelo I once met a snake with a brown paper tongue grocery bag full of meanings, not all of them sound. He slipped up beside me,
The Instinct to Swarm
by Wang Ping The ones in the brain that allow us to make decisions, not just about what to order for lunch, but about basic perceptions — making
In the Heart of Things
by Wang Ping We surrender Even if we don’t know how No thought No thunder No flight from hope to despair No silence No sorrow Time folds and
“That’s Funny”
by Craig Evenson will hold, for life in general, the way an appended amen suspends a second thought, but won’t explain how it moves in oceans
Terminal Moraine
by Leonore Hildebrandt I worry about gutters, the washed–out road, corroded pipes. And squirrels — they are everywhere — on edge, just like