4TH ISSUE

Ovine

Kim Allen She’s alone, sat by the windswept hawthorn that crouches on the north facing fence line. A spot chosen with care; sheltered but not hidden with nowhere for predators to […]

RoadKill

David Estringel Sitting and lazily swiveling in my broken leatherette desk chair, I looked around my office, searching its contents for some sense of purpose for being there, but much to no avail.  Brown bookcases […]