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This River, This Stone

She pauses by the river, stone in hand. A willow dangles, touching pools where light is caught and salmon ripen for their run. The maples let go, red leaves stick to boots and this small weight held in her palm is all and nothing. Edges–smoothed by currents, time, and chance–begin and end in water’s womb. The surface holds ...

Moonbelly

by Amos J. Hunt What an appetite! Moonbelly would have eaten everything—earth, sky, ocean, stars, lakes, comets—swallowed all of it, given a lifetime long enough. That's how awfully violent, hopeless love afflicted him: lifelong love as makes men empty, turns terrestrial hearts to an alien element. Food's the stuff when ...

Impressions of a Bird Song

Its wings spread wide, feathers like spikes to frighten or chide. The eye shocks, suddenly fierce. With violent squacks its cries pierce twilight: it hurls and chokes its curse on impudent squirrels, on sparrows, dumb churls whose demurrals free bread crumbs. A man leans back, laughing. He becomes the sound ...

hearth gods

gram and pop have been so long, it’s hard to imagine that they’ve gone, no longer rocking in their chairs, knitting or napping, jawing there. when mom and dad finally split, they stowed us with them in week-long visits, and gram was stone-silent, while pop came to crackle, roaring with talk. he’d built the entire ...