Contributions by Marc Vincenz
The Price of Humidity
We’ve hit stone and the front right is flapping: a real live plucked chicken.
Yet, apparently unfazed, he still drives on; strangely, he leans to the left,
as if his scrawny body weight might balance the load.
The five of them, piled in behind, jumbles of sweaters, and…
Landloved
This is the place
you wanted to grow ancient
out beyond the lighthouse
where the cold is
but another shade of warm
and chill is something shared
and stoked with coal.
Coal burns long and slow
because it…