Luray Gross: Epistemology I
Before the concert, the oboe player slipped off one red pump and slid it back on. Then her breath filled the space with plaintive sound. . She sat right in … Continue reading
April 10, 2019 · Leave a comment
Judith A. Brice: Before the Terns
It’s always the waves I hear, the lapping of the lake at Walloon— perhaps the first sound my young memory held, before the kingfishers’, the terns’ bolting splash to grab … Continue reading
January 28, 2019 · Leave a comment
Elizabeth Jacobson: Birds Eating Cherries from the Very Old Tree
I thought I would make a short list of what is not a feeling. Birds are not feelings. Birds eating cherries from the tree are not feelings. This is the … Continue reading
December 17, 2018 · Leave a comment
