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By Lucia Haase Phantoms of fogwalk into morningthroughout the forest,stretching – yawning… secreted faunain shadows, creepby fern and brackenyet asleep. Cool winds howl,a kind of calling-forest wolveshunting…crawling. Watchers watchingin the … Continue Reading Episode


By Rachel Tanner sunday mornings we wake and you stretch limbs over me protectively,kiss my forehead, breathe my own nameback into my mouth. we’ve been doing thisfor months now and it … Continue Reading sundays

The Shack

By William Heath The pickers are long gone,just a few men have jobs.Cotton choppers replaced bycrop-dusting planes sprayingweed-killing poison.  Greenmachines resembling giganticgrasshoppers, bloated binsfor bellies, gobble cotton,leaving only the ends … Continue Reading The Shack

Le Plongeur

By Adèle Saint-Pierre Adèle Saint-Pierre is a Franco-American artist. Originally from Maine, she currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.