Near the Coast
by David Linebarger Older now, few appointments. Time beyond time, the sky. The moon’s many colors, Diana’s animals. Seventeen hungry cats. A
Mrs. Turtle travels up again from the stream
by Judy Kaber I don’t know why she comes. Eggs already laid and yet, she keeps pulling her heavy body over the dry rocks to rest finally on the
Tale
by Judy Kaber My brother bragged that he could hold Orion in the palm of his hand, so I stared as he stretched his arm to the night sky,
Copper
by Fern G. Z. Carr a fox kit drowning awash in pus bloated abscess burgeoning infection
Sitting Ducks
by Fern G. Z. Carr Death is a carnival shooting gallery — a line of ducks blankly gliding by, little tail feathers curled upward, glazed eyes
Windowsill
by John J. Ronan 1 Quartz From four feet you can imagine candy, a lemony tease that turns cruel closer — rock found in the Mohave, a common