Contributions by Jon Olseth
Antietam
Bluebird boxes line the battlefield road
where down Bloody Lane he goes to count
eggs or clear straw for new nesting.
He unscrews the top and peers inside
and calls to his wife who keeps record
of each house from the passenger seat
The Rabbit at Twenty Below
The weight of his clothes had pulled him back into the water. The adrenaline pumped in his head. He was sober now, and the meaning of life crystallized in this new state of awareness. He tried to pull himself up on his elbows, but the ice broke…