Muskrat
by Michael David Madonick We cannot reconcile ourselves, the incongruities of our bodies and of our natures, that which is cast in the purposeful
The Water
by Daniel Hales See how the wind folds and pleats the water? Hear how each wave says, repeats: the water? After two years marooned on pine
Closer
by Karina Borowicz If I cry when I tell you the dream don’t console me simply believe me it’s hard to put my darkness into words to describe the
Window Watching at Midnight
by Karina Borowicz Again the circle of green light. My neighbor is sewing. With the two natures of a moth, his hands hover there, one futility
Busy Man of Affairs
by E. Michael Desilets The Birdman of Burbank tinkered with his antique tin toys in the garage, nudging a bit of orange crud off the beak of a
Train
by E. Michael Desilets There were weekends at the Happy Swallow when gap – toothed women took nothing from him but his pay envelope and a