Sister Moon
Hemispheres apart— we have been this way for years. As I rise with the rising moon, you sleep on through […]
Hemispheres apart— we have been this way for years. As I rise with the rising moon, you sleep on through […]
The stick ladder leads to the other dimension where the hand winch lifts January out of the empty pit. The
Mostly it’s their feet I remember—shaggy hooves the size of pies stomping through the snow, their breath forming in white
Image: “Goats” by Aparna Pathak. “Cruelest of All Are the Gods Who Never Frown” was written by Michael Meyerhofer for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, July 2015, and selected as the Editor’s Choice.
Goats are reported to have been liberated on the Auckland Island group in the second half of the nineteenth century
Welcome to Laurel, Delaware, population three thousand seven hundred where the Route 9 sign hides embarrassed to be associated with