I once met a literature scholar who specialized in Canadian animal stories. “How cool,” I thought, and I’ve wanted to put together a bestiary ever since. It was just a … Continue reading →
February 9, 2017
A small, green lizard sidestepped his way out of the baked depths of a great canyon. He moved slowly, like an insect trying to avoid the attention of greater eyes. … Continue reading →
February 9, 2017
Dark-maned and wary, he waits. Crows creak on the edge of the moor, cotton-grass sways by the small tarns. The world is not as asleep as it should be. He … Continue reading →
February 9, 2017
The life of a pheasant lord is a short one. I hunt the Fox because I must. For in this forest I rule one is either the hunter or the … Continue reading →
February 9, 2017
I. I was born of the First, in the height of spring. Removed from Her presence and christened by my sisters, I was set among the cots of the scholar-explorer … Continue reading →
February 9, 2017
Time replayed itself in a loop: for days and nights we went over the same circuitous path in our minds, trying not to say what we wanted to say to … Continue reading →
February 9, 2017
Stand This is the insufflation. Imagine a white place. She’s in the white place, or she is the white place. She’s wearing a gown, in a white bed. Her name … Continue reading →
February 9, 2017
This is the story of Purple and Green, two hedgehogs who were the best of friends. They rolled and played on the forest floor. The hedgehogs were spiny and guarded, … Continue reading →
February 9, 2017
Issue 12 Foreword
I once met a literature scholar who specialized in Canadian animal stories. “How cool,” I thought, and I’ve wanted to put together a bestiary ever since. It was just a … Continue reading →