Category: Fall 2014 Issue

WE WALKED TO THE FENCE and saw the birds there, pecking into the gourds that grew wild in that otherwise barren land of rock and shale and dusty bones. An arrowhead plucked up and held, a souvenir, a ghost. We did not stop to check it for blood. We did not speak, only walked, gathering…

A skull, of a bull Perched on a rotting post of wood The background, a blood red sunset With hints of a lack of oxygen Smeared across the panorama Saguaro Cacti, erected across the Barron waste land Representing generations of life, While the skull represents generations of death   Dry heat is what they said,…

THEY LEFT IN THE MORNING, before the stars had even begun to disappear. The sky that had been purple-blue-black when they first pulled away from the flickering streetlamp just outside Claire’s family’s apartment was now vibrant and alive with the fiery oranges and yellows of sunrise, its reflection settled smack-dab in the center of the…