During the Pandemic, I’ve been locked down only a little more firmly than I had been living my sequestered, solitary life before.
Genevieve Hartman reviews How the Water Holds Me by Tariq Luthun
Jose Padua reviews Nightjar by Michael Simms
As children, our cups
were never full; we learned
to build our own thrones out of sticks and
mud from underneath the bent
An eagle seeks his nest after lifting up from the land with a groundhog having already fled from its body.
The berries remembered, though.
And, how far away from them we had
to go to not live the captive life, our
mere existence a sin.
I don't go often to the church in the village.
The tall, leaded-glass windows
seem as cold as
the stone spire above.
Sean Norton reviews The Saint I Ain’t: Stories from Sycamore Street by Bobby Johnston