Earth Grazers
by Pippa Little Over blue woods soaked in night–juices They nose low from star fields and ice caps, move true To earth’s curve, surprised
At The General’s Graveside
by Pippa Little drops of light drown the carved letters of his name hero of war / in love, a deserter the cold weight of him seeps from her
Stuck / Torn
by Annie Stenzel Stuck / Torn All change is for the worse. — Anon. Because the rut has earned its fame for comfort, being now furnished
Cassandra talks in her sleep
by Annie Stenzel But if you’re waiting for me to Say things the way I used to say things, don’t bother. There is no demand for plangent images
Her Hero
by André T. Demers In the end, she said, he survived. Besides, she sighed, they say that love is a road and even crawling is heroic. She smiled,
New England Style, Move-In Ready
by André T. Demers The floors slope from east and west towards the center beam of the house. Four pine wedges had been hammered between the