Evalyn Lee

In Life
by Evalyn Lee

A fight to the death—the eel speared, Writhing, two crows, tactical usurpers, Hungry, greedy, sneaky, watched

To the Ghost Of Humid Nights
by Mary Moore

You’re so light, sister bird-foot, you gust and whistle up hill and down the side I can’t quite see, where the ridges resurrect the mist. Days, the woods gather the warm and humid cool sets loose, gray-blue pearls a girl might wear or be, sway and drape, slow-dance the ridges mother. Sister who was, then wasn’t, ghost story: I’ve seen you … Continue Reading ››