After the storm,—for Jack Myers
by Daniel Nathan Terry graveyard flowers litter Shipyard Boulevard — petals of plastic and silk, stems of stiff wire. As we pass over the wind’s
Directions
by Norbert Hirschhorn My ancestors came from Africa, once, footprints preserved in volcanic dust, families walking side –by – side,
The Guineas of Gardiner Creek
by Brad Davis There’s this old Manor, decrepit, ticky, patrolled by dappled tick – eaters clawking endlessly their grey, clown–