Men’s voices rumbled like distant thunder. His skin prickled. “Evie?” he mumbled. “Evie?” Something rubbery and heavy pressed to his lips. He strained for a sound that would measure the distance between him and the army. Surely, he would have time to hide. The soldiers had paused to eat, he guessed. Jesson sniffed for smoke, but only caught alcohol and a meaty whiff of blood. “Water,” Jesson said. Or thought […]
Tag Archives | death
George Korolog | The delicate air
Belief was stuffed into the room like thick brittle cake, and all the breath stretched to gather at the concluding notes, the furthest point of a prolonged and tired echo. The air was swollen with the scent of sour porridge and we wallowed on tip toes, waded through the stories, reverently applying the delicate touch saved only for the dying, with the look, the downward stare of exhausted eyes […]
M.F. Nagel | Selected poems
A POTLATCH FOR ZOE AMERICA Turn from your nothingness Rise from the ashes Hear the gulls call Each to each. This is your potlatch Zoe You will have it See I weave the tangled seaweed into blankets. Here Bite the apple Hard Like Eve before the fall Black-eyed. Orphaned. Drift upon the sea. Today we Dance and feast and weep and Watch the shaman eat clams. […]
Marilyn Hammick | The path taken
I look up from the stony path we chose. As always, you are far ahead of me reaching the place where the land goes up and up, and looking out, the sea is everything. That much I know. Our mind-maps may have intersected for most of my past but where you go now is your secret. All I can do is look up once more at the finest of […]
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