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 Lisa Harris Where to begin? When she was 17, ten plus seven, in the 7th month on the 7th day, she flew on a 747 above one of the 7 seas to one of the 7 continents. At first, she did not notice patterns in what she saw as…
