Cartography in Retrospect
by Mike Bove Roads to nowhere, rivers flowing back into hills: I can think of several wrong ways to draw a map. All it takes is one slack stride
Side by Side
by Mark DeFoe In decency and calm our homes repose. Flowers bless our summer. Each fall we rake. When the snow comes we heave the snow aside So
Dumping the Old Windows
by Mark DeFoe I heaved them in the reeking pile, but they did not break. The vision of that old world was not so brittle, though warped to be
The Lost Cause
by Mark DeFoe In some jungle, waiting. What we feared may be amongst us. We sniff the wind. We hang on each change of intonation. We
Elephant
by Karina Borowicz In a clearing at the edge of the forested hillside a boulder is crouched. A mother elephant and we her children. We find her
Punishing Snows
by Karina Borowicz When the punishing snows came, mother would stand with her hands outstretched and filled with crumbs for the sparrows. How