River It’s not true that sand is uncountable. Everything is when you have enough time, vats. The woods, inevitably, are satire to the...

In the Coal Dark On the edge of town, brick tenements rise impoverished monoliths at the end of the world Grackles gather concrete stoops...

Two Days Before My Mother’s Diagnosis She’d just come in, sniffling from the cold, to call. She told me how she’d shoveled snow, two feet...

Aubade Before the sun blushes they pack pick-ups, snail the road. Earthworms jerk loose leftover moon from mud under walnut hulls. In...

by Charity Anastasio The vampire squid— who looks like an octopus with a luscious red skirt— will curl her lower body up around her whole...