Death of a Red-Tailed Hawk
by“The whole universe is aflame.” Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, Le Milieu Mystique, (1917) I By midafternoon the hawk was ill and by…
Reviews
Sacred Time
byA Review of The Dream of Reason (Copper Canyon) by Jenny George The Dream of Reason’s opening poem, “Origins of Violence,” recounts a narrative…
What We Talk About When We Talk About Men
byA review of 24 Hours of Men (Dancing Girl Press & Studio) by Lisa L. Moore “Here’s my love for that loss,” Lisa L….
Letter from the Editor
byIn the ignominious and dispiriting year of American public life that was 2016, which culminated in the election of a president so egregiously unqualified…
THE REPLICAS
by“I will give; I will enrich; I will return to the world this beauty.” — Virginia Woolf, The Waves We had planned since December…
Witness From Tornado Alley
byI’ve never seen one in person, though I’ve heard and felt plenty. I say it up front for honesty’s sake that none may say…
Everything Enters The Bloodstream
byEverything enters the bloodstream, so if you say I love you, I can bleed it out. I can bleed it out. So, too, I…
Prayer for Solid Ground
byJanuary 20, 2017 The memory isn’t old enough— its ragged edges still seep. With just a fat needle and yarn the color of sunrise,…
Micah’s Prophecy
byTime subsides and you fall back into the hammock of another easy truth. There are so many ways to disguise this. One reigning idea…