by Sharon May They called me Sheriff, though I had been out of office for five year. Listened to that scanner every day after I retired. In my blood. I knew there’d be trouble when they started building houses up there. First one house, then another. On the sixth one, they was found. Was just… Read More Redeeming Hills
by Gayle Baldwin Sorrow all the Wilder Nest The bulging eyes of water bloat A sail beach-frozen Welded in sand Navigating nowhere, animated by crabs Palsied, probing. Sorrow all the Wilder Nest Flame licking fallen ashes Hardened, lava hills On which the she-goat bleats Full tits hanging, She screams for her young and they… Read More Wilder Nest: Bleat
by Denise Lynn Two things the husband-of-thirty-some-odd-years did every Sunday morning in place of religion: watch the TV news talk shows and accompany his wife to eleven o’clock hot yoga class. This was the concession he made to his wife and her frequent admonitions that he needed to take better care of himself. In… Read More Namaste
by June Freeman Baswell Your world is a line drawn in water. Attack and fall back. Fire and cease fire. Hours of boredom relieved by moments of sheer terror, When all you want really is to be clean, to be home, to have food That ashes have never touched. Two eggs yesterday snatched from… Read More And the Rest is Silence
by Allen Guest One could drown here if not careful. I reach across our table, take your hand. We drop below the surface, watch the faces of dull strangers blur above us. I hear your breathing as we sink deeper, gliding along the floor now, flow together, weave our way between tables and chairs,… Read More Swimming at Nick’s
by June Freeman Baswell Write it down. That’s what the guy on TV said. Write it down and you can work your way through it. I saw him while I was flipping through the channels, trying to find an answer. Or the right question. That psycho doctor, well, I’ll call him Bill. Not that… Read More Ice Will Suffice
by Kathryn Etters Lovatt As soon as Jimmy saw the roadwork sign, he made a U-turn. He knew other ways to get where he needed to go. From Old Wire Road, he went South, followed his nose toward the dump, came down Payne Pond Road. Four miles short of Highway 521, he slowed to… Read More Chains
