Wildfire Stars
By Laura Pritchett
“You can’t manufacture love: You can’t build it back up, like a fire. You start out with a certain amount, and then hope it is strong enough to sustain itself against the hard winters and the assault of time. And it changes; it fluctuates. And sometimes the core can just get cold, and stay cold, for too long. It’s one of the dangers.“– Rick Bass
Glowing white stars fly into view when I turn off my lamp...
Thank you for sending your cow poems inspired by Nate Ronniger’s paintings.
By Elizabeth Enslin
In the Flat Field
I watch their tongues
like snails without shells
curling around smooth brome
They tear and grind
tear and grind and circle
a mound of composting sod
ten feet high
A mostly white one
with black half moons
over each eye
breaks from the herd
climbs the mound
and bellows louder than a monk
on a conch shell
There aren’t many people in...