by Shannon Brown They say bad things come in threes. Instead of waiting for what will happen next, We wonder how many threes there will be this year. That’s not a test of will towards the universe As much as a desperate plea for mercy. We wave the white flag, Wondering if our whimper will be heard. And…
by Jen Drociak Something happened in the spruce tree under the cloak of darkness Something happened in the spruce tree to which no human bore witness In the tree where only the northern mockingbirds nest In the tree where only predator and prey can attest Underneath the tree each week I’d wake to find the feather of a crow …
by Reyna Espinoza What will you tell your children when they are grown and ask who you were? Will you tell them the truth? Will you tell them you were cruel? Will you tell them you enforced the rules? “I did my duty,” you’ll say, as if duty were blameless, as if obedience absolved you, as if a…