fall 2014
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Return to Home PagePrey Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
The Old Guys at the Pantry, Breakfast, 5 A.M. Mark Jackley
In my version of heaven
Adrienne Drobnies
Brooklyn Botanic Garden
Jason Primm
It's Usually Something Like This K.V. Skene
Never Quite Coming of Age in Pontiac Michigan
Glen Armstrong
When I Call My Mother Matthew Walsh
White Goddess
Afterward
Nettie Farris
Prey
The sun peeking through
heavy overcast
is the eye of a wild animal
I can’t quite make it out
but I believe it’s a Florida Cougar
endangered but not endangered enough
still dangerous
It stalks the old and weak
It stalks me, helpless as a lame rabbit, leaning on my cane
paralyzed by swelter
my vision blurry
but my hearing is sound enough
to hear it
sneaking up on me
It doesn’t need to sneak
but that is His way
before He pounces
ravenous
his eyes bright