Baptism || Mitt Ann

by Mitt Ann Baptism [1] There, down, as the evangelists scratch gold, on the East Coast beach by the breasts of s…

Late Night Driving || Rachael Hill

by Rachael Hill Heavy quiet of the deep night hangs around me, do not disturb; I ease the wheels over the kerb, g…

Lullaby of a Naturalist || Jay Rafferty

by Jay Rafferty In the spring we couldn’t tell cicada screech from frog call.   Our flat perched over a sewer stream, a…

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