The Perception of Distance at First Light
by Phillip Sterling

Some mornings we take fog too seriously, like a school bus strobing its route more slowly than by rote, more the pace of a straight man than class clown. There is danger in it, we say, dismissing any chance of mockery. We can’t see the humor, the oil of black walnut husks greasing the walk, or a squirrel’s slapstick of acorn profligacy. It’s just not … Continue Reading ››

Crow and Copperhead
by Scott Hutchison

Crow spots the slither in high weeds next to the roadway; crow knows what this creature wants and needs. Flies down, lands a hop away, caws, flaps, puffs out the heart-energy of his dark breast. Forked tongue senses warmth, seeks. Sinuations of barreled flesh, taut and muscled around the flexings of rib cage, advance; dangerous beast: a slinking machine of fangs, a … Continue Reading ››