Morgan Harlow

      Notes after a walk: a tree that had caught its own fallen limb She hadn’t lost a child but if she had she imagined it would be like that. To hear footsteps running up behind you, and to turn around and no one there. To see a crow gliding under the...

Stephen C. Curro

      calm river again, his fishing line caught on a tree * raindrops slide down the window death in the family * thick clouds snowflakes dot my dog’s fur * breaking clouds flower petals pasted to my windshield * Christmas dinner with Mom’s new...

James Norcliffe

      Sarsaparilla Road travels through swamps and reeds, over a black water creek and a narrow bridge, past the swift river with all of its snags and eddies, through the winding gorge of slippery-back slopes, scarps of limestone and galloping gorse to...

David Hanlon

      Location of Incident Not in that parking lot, not in that residential area, not in that blue car splashed with mud. Not in that leather backseat — fingernail torn. Not in that stuffy air clouding windows. And not — not in this heart. Yet — not not...