By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…
By Krista Johnson Lost in purchased imagery of foreign sights and sounds expressing voicing past thoughts silently suppressed. A flow of words across the eye of people, places, and emotions. A transformation transition moving picture of the mind. Hands anchor and trade with fingers at the ready to flip turn…