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SPRING 2014 ISSUE


Artsy Fartsy by Robert Lee Haycock

ARTSY FARTSY by Robert Lee Haycock



BECAUSE I READ MARY OLIVER AND
CAN'T HELP BUT NOTICE A NEST

by Stefanie P. Buckner

Two wrens made a nest
inside our shed
because we left
the doors open
one night
after working—

built a nest there
as if the crowded shelf is
a branch—
as if the musty smell is
a fragrance—
as if the rusted wrench is really
silver turning to gold—
as if the old cans of paint are our favorite
colors—
as if the thunder from the lawnmower is
theater—
as if the back-and-forth
of our steps
on the back stairs stomps
as steady as hearts in love.

How many homes could we make if we saw all
we had as enough?

We donít close those shed doors
now—life being there.
They flutter with the rhythms of the wind
like front doors should.†








Photograph by Ruben Briseno Reveles

PHOTOGRAPH by Ruben Briseno Reveles



SOOTY WINGS
by Taylor Graham

Asleep again beside the hearth,
where all these years he's
provided fire, October till April
or however long the cold stays.
Beside him, on the table that blue-
green glass fishing float he
scavenged off a northern coast,
a bit of seaweed still clinging
to the hemp net woven around it.
Sky caught in glass; it never
sinks. Reminder of day-long treks
on the chance of sighting peregrine,
albatross, or snowy owl. Some
primordial need for life. Even
those swifts, who found our
chimney-gap — sooty black
fledglings ricocheting living-
room to hall as their mothers
called for sky. He wouldn't scrub
those wing-prints from white
walls. Birds' black testaments
of sweep and arc, ascension, fall,
and flight.














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