Fear
Frost, Carol
Dusk bled. For the frightened fledgling Silence’s sake
it barely moved, the jugular going pale,
and …
Category: New England Review
An augury, in leaving
Bertolucci, Atillio
The sky is dark-blue and gray but the sun, which has hidden, in setting changes gray to pi…
Goat, The
Saba, Umberto
I’ve spoken to a goat.
She was alone out in the field, and leashed.
Sated with grass, drenched</…
Postcards from Chicagoland
Pritchard, Will
Every metropolis decides, one way or another, what to call that version of itself that in…