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 Nicole Hill Your nimble fingers reach for the volume control as Led Zeppelin’s “Houses of the Holy” rolls off the radio announcer’s tongue and enters our ears a second too late across the transmission of a radio wave. Your foot gently taps on the break pedal, the rosary beads…