by Rob McClure Didn’t mean to leave you lost in the corn mazeso long,didn’t know the gown of moonlightcould come caress your candy-bonesand bathe you in milk cherry blood.Didn’t mean to set the cornrows ablaze,make you ghostwalk through the smoke,didn’t know the emergencypath lighting failedairy hostess you,dry-ice starlet with a…
by Matthew Wherttam Martin hopped on to the back of the camp’s garbage truck, expecting to be riding it all the way to the town dump. But the truck made a sharp turn and flung him against the trunk of an oak tree. He slid down the tree, flapped around…
by Carol Casey The path is trodden, dusty, level.You know it will take youwhere many have gone. Step off—tangles of brambles,sometimes with blackberries,more often with little clawsthat catch on clothes and skin;and tortuous tree roots—inconvenient, sacred data unearthed—subterranean snakelets somehowsifted into snarls for feet to catch.There are stems that twine…