Our first night, just us, since our son’s birth— unwed but no less bound than the lovers who, just now, sealed vows with a kiss. We
Debra Marquart
I am the Plover that comes to stay but awhile, to feast from these fields and fly away fattened. It is true. I cannot settle. I
The human face evolved independently at least two different times, originally dying out with Homo antecessor some 800,000 years ago, while even our typical ancestors from
Most of what I owned I left in an alley and loved how quickly it was gone. ◊ I believed the earth would grow so tired
After Rebecca Lehmann In the first draft, I described a single flood that could’ve been a metaphor: I was 14 and sleeping while the water
Ricardo Luna sips a protein shake mourning a lost finger from the factory on the highway. 20,000 pigs a day. Hogs, what you sell. Pork, what
After the New York Times reported children cleaning slaughterhouses, I sit with Liz outside a plant in Marshall. Turkey trucks roll in, silently roll out. Smoking
On the sunny shores of Spirit Lake, a worker in shades lugs a black semi-automatic gun from his room, adjacent ours, to his cobalt Ford pick-up,
The Orange You are a middle planet neither mandarin nor navel, your surface pocked with tiny dimples, worlds of their own, home to star dust, space-mites,
The snapping turtle was dying on Lakeside Drive, webbed feet paddling the concrete—visceral instinct. Weed clotted embankment littered with cans, condoms and cigarettes, now impossibly out