Shaman by Ron Riekki I’m a star sometimes, good at blinking in the night.
Reconnaissance by Wendi White At times I glimpse their shadows shifting between the trees shorn of leaves. Befeathered, bemused, they wait and watch. Four hundred years later in the half light of solstice, they waver […]
I am A Portent and I Will Follow You with My Eyes by Benjamin Van Loon The human intention to be unimaginative. Oh, to be appealed. To move closer to the lunchroom. To be the […]