Nature's Nature
May/June 2017
Foulbrood
A spill of coppers: dead bees scattered Across the grass From the hive’s dropped purse. In a rotten crotch of my tree trunk humming One to one To a hundred they bunched […]
Poetry
Jan/Feb 2017
Female
Locker-room truant in a locked stall Through study hall Hiding, hand-stifling her cries, A girl wide-eyes the unimagined smear Of blood rusting Her fingertips. Secret, quaint horror. Some betrayal of the flesh has left […]