By Olivia L. Casey My scales too heavy now for me to rise.Scales jabbed tightly in my many achesBraided up in agony, I lie. I lift a wing and loose a weakened cryFor I have found a body too weak to wakeThe heavy scales I carry at sunrise. Anxious eyes…
by Rodger Martin In the pressure of the fuselage, at this height I’ve become Jeopardy host pushing scripts for an audience no one sees. Science for one thousand. My portal turns microscope, its double panes a slide and the Earth out there, holy in its ghost of curve, demands comprehension….
by Abigail Warren (After Corot’s Hagar in the Wilderness) Ish drives a cab down Eldridge Street and mutters under his breath as he passes the temple. He speaks to no one as they enter and exit his taxi. After work, he walks Hester and Orchard Street searches for half smoked…