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 Veronica Young Down the creek we waded, in the heat of the summer. The sun forced itself upon us, water carelessly flowed below. Your laugh echoed in the trees, not a care in the world. How quickly the wicked water took you captive. A once happy song now a…
