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 Stephen Groak I have always loved my sister, enough to almost kill her. I loved her when I threw a dart in her leg. I loved her when I farted in her face. I loved her when I would slog any short-pitched cricket bowl she would send my way…
