E. A. Feliu, Winter 2017

Monday Morning
E. A. Feliu

Head mired in mud,
swaddled in swamp moss.
Atrazine mouth,
throat itching
like a country mouse.
Tongue slithers in sand.
The day assumes the tone
of a metronome.
In fits and starts,
the week lurches forward
like a musket ball

shunting deer heart.


E.A. Feliu is an author, artist and journalist in San Diego, California. He is the author of Postcards from the Tattooed Man’s Chest.

Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad, Winter 2017

Red Fox
Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad

He called the red fox cunning,
in demeaning tone, critical of the
trustless mammal with limb bones,
as if he were not the huntsman
with no fixed abode, shadowing
untrained prey late evening,

leaving carcass abed early morning;
flesh unsuspecting, martyrs long
for the feel of his brilliant fur,
tiers of red, unsteady shades like
manic waves of fire,
veiling the scope of his skin Continue reading “Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad, Winter 2017”

Mary Buchinger, Winter 2017

Snowstorm
Mary Buchinger

and after begins
the art of subtraction

the digging to find
what was before

cars follow plows
blinking yellow

along temporary-walled
salted paths

but the river practices
addition  lying still

folded into blankets
quiet and absorbing

in this world white Continue reading “Mary Buchinger, Winter 2017”

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