Poetry: “The world in which I open up google earth and my dead mother is feeding the horses.” by Megan Merchant

I imagined it differently. The paddock flooded. The donkey and sheep a fence over, cuddled under the mare. I … More

“Out Goes the Blot,” new poetry by David Kruger

I sit at the free clinic like a tailor stitching a hidden nest in a jacket. After the hat … More

Simon weasels his way out of every trap I set. I dirtied my paws a long time ago, getting … More

Going, Going It was an act of love to go for the throat, blood slipping out, making of the … More

What we eat in my dreams is always the forbidden: bread and more bread, a failure of imagination. We … More

A Winter Weather Event I’m home to being the worst girl on earth binge-eating almonds but Carole Lombard is … More

I know something bad will happen by the end of the night. Maybe it’s the trees overhanging the winding … More

We could not take the polar bears. We tried, but we couldn’t do it. By then, they were mostly … More

You could bounce a quarter off the soles of my feet, thanks to a lengthy study in not wearing … More

PART THE LAST From A Philosophy of the Indoors—The Out-of-Doors vs. Outside: In Lawrence, Kansas, a Lyft driver … More

By the pine gap in these woods is a green door into the code We find it on … More

PART THE THIRD From A Philosophy of the Indoors—The Beautiful On-Purpose and the Beautiful Accident: The waitress looks at … More