Heidi Beck

      Self-Portrait as Road Runner You with your elaborate schemes of entrapment, your hunting parties, moonshine and shot-gun weddings, your Sunday-school socials for girls to glue bird seed and pasta on prayer plaques, sew aprons with Singers– this...
Kayleigh Jayshree

Kayleigh Jayshree

The Moth Poem The Moth Poem She sees the little lost one everywhere, eyes on the dead moths curled on her windowsill. I see what was: rosy maple moths like Batternbergs on her fingertips, A weaver’s wave moth in the countryside the day she broke down and I...