Reading Your Way into the Ocean of a Book
by Hope Coulter For the first few lines of a book you’re aware of the text, the black on cream, the building of sentences out of words. The
Before Arriving
by Sally Molini Walking to my friends’ place, I know the evening will be a series of stock visuals: Humberto tossing salad, me slicing bread
Dirty Snow
by Renée Hearrin The cedar cape drips its milk-white mask, quaint boucléd roof and icicle lace, patchy wet windows, porch and walk to muddled