Kara Turner was in her garage, boring a hole into a block of wood, when her ex called wanting to borrow her surfboard racks. “The rats
Debra Marquart
It rained all night and into the day, a sudden onslaught sucked from the Pacific and delivered to the somber forests of the Cascadian foothills. His
I sat naked on a rock. The high mountain stream cut a rough channel, collecting in a pool above a small waterfall. I stared blankly at
Slow smooth snow outside this window sculpts ridges: animal tracks, footprints, blade marks flaked away: we through the afternoon slept, woke to a steam bedroom grotto
Sundown the manure smell crusts hard over my car and Danny in his and Johnny Angel with his pickup, all three of us headlights off plowing
God, i’m thankful for the dew on the grass. for the praying mantis hidden there. for the hungry bird gathering the green meal into its beak.
"Invasion of the Land of Beauty" "Human Kite" "Last of an Invasive Species" "Hybrid" Serge Lecomte was born in Belgium.
During our morning walk, my dog finds a dead bird or chipmunk rotting under a pile of leaves. I pretend I’m OK that he’s maneuvering his
By late August, it was clear my zucchini was doomed. So was the cucumber. The drought had not been kind to these plants, though I suspect
When insomnia visits, I find myself numbering wandering things: sand, pollen, electrons, wildebeests, Aristotelian wombs. Or Shelley walking the Alpine glaciers, unnerved by their sublime stealthy