When my spirit was in heaviness, thou knewest my path; in the way wherein I walked, have they privily laid a snare for me.
I looked also upon my right hand, and saw there was no man that would know me.
Continue reading...Issue Five – February 2003
Well-Hinged
By Brooks
Bivalve shell—
two perfect halves
tightly meeting
edge to edge
Island Home
By Brooks
I Am a Temporary Life Form
By Molly Swan-Sheeran
I am a temporary life form
Here on the third place out
I try to keep fed and to keep warm.
Bracelet
By John Sangster
To look at me, you wouldn’t think I was the kind of guy who wears jewelry, but I happen to own a Northwest Coast Indian bracelet. It just goes to show, you never know.
Continue reading...Camera
By Richard Ward
Karen was crying. As I walked along the rickety balcony that led past her room on the second story of our hotel, little more than a grey-brick family compound around a cluttered courtyard, I could hear her sobbing.
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Dying Like That
By Lorna Reese
Death dogs are all around us. They bark, they bite and gnash their teeth, they howl in the night for your soul. They lurk in the shadows but they’re there, too, in a day like this, so pure and blue and faultless, it makes your heart ache.
Continue reading...You’re Not in Charge Here
By Alie Wiegersma Smaalders
Claire van Dyke was on her way home from a weekend visit with her aunt, who lived in a nearby town with her two cats behind a window sill full of geraniums. The train, an old local, was unusually cold. Claire was the only passenger.
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