Issue Twenty-Six - Summer 2015

Pastoral

By Jonathan May

The cows I drive past used to be white on brown,
now just brown on brown like a ruined painting.
You have to die, I tell them in my head. You
have to die, my head tells me. Overhead, clouds.

Copyright May 2015

Jonathan May grew up in Zimbabwe as the child of missionaries. He lives and teaches in Memphis, TN. His work has appeared in [PANK], Superstition Review, Plots With Guns, and Rock & Sling. He recently finished translating the play "Dreams" by Günter Eich into English.

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