by Susanna Lang

Controlled Burn I’ve seen park workers chivvy the flames as if herding a flock of beasts that half

Old Business,
by Vanessa Haley

Slow tumult, then tumbling with the river’s currents, eels darkening remainders of daylight, the snapping turtle sequestering its own swamp of sorrows, damselflies--hyacinth needles with nothing to sew--zigzagging as the tide rose and fell, their prism-vision registering: tiger lilies folding, the velvet black and yellow of bumble bees holding honeysuckle, minnows’ shimmering gold, relinquishing themselves to … Continue Reading ››