December 11, 2021Published by John Muro at December 11, 2021Categories PoetryCormorantFor a time, it seemed the silence was forged in fog, compressing the tides as if a block of wax was warmed and spread out to the horizon.
December 4, 2021Published by Chelsie Kreitzman at December 4, 2021Categories PoetryPatient GrasshopperI notice him perched on my windshield as I drive the boys home from school: His legs like violin bows folded, black drupelet eyes alert, antennae erect. Perfect posture, perfect tranquility.