...Lisa Fink Lisa Fink The Horse Pasture two sisters cut burdock milkweed and long grasses leaning on an electric fence two sisters play house between trees these two trees are mine those three are yours these homes are thick and strong unmoving always...

...Ed Skoog © 2014 Ed Skoog 2014 Ed Skoog On the Ghost Ship Lollipop A time at Crater Lake, this snag floating around what, a century or nobody knows, but the thing is the old tree wherever it battered down from doesn’t sink...

...Brent Goodman © 2014 Brent Goodman 2014 Brent Goodman Between Experiments Pavlov’s dog reaches enlightenment: a bell is only a bell. A clear sound outside time. A lightning strike captured on film turns black trees inside out. Between experiments Pavlov...

... all. I was looking for one the transmission, transfer case, and rear differential might be removed from and transplanted, although what drew me to this one was the shape of its wreckage: bashed perpendicularly by a tree, U-shaped down to the frame. But what had...

... emerges in one postcard only over time, like an eye softens to darkness. This is the barbeque we had last night my picture is to the left with a cross over it Your son Joe Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Though the day smoldered, he must have...

...Patty Seyburn © 2013 Patty Seyburn 2013 Patty Seyburn Shinus molle The pepper tree looked like a child drew it with a compass —​wheel-round and green, not moss or hunter, jade or forest, teal or camouflage —​a green describing nothing else, defining more state...

... brightness. People who enjoy life make me uncomfortable. How could you love the quarry so but sleep gripping your own button-down shirt for freedom my hair playing thorns to your eyes. Our ears mistaking wind in trees for the ocean. minnesota review 83 (2014) DOI 10.1215...

... together, Watching the trees burn. And they say witchcraft Doesn’t last, but we cast spells In curse words, dirty looks, And bruises. We call it love and yell from The rooftops of our lungs, Chase each other against The flames and our shadows. Our...

...Howard Price © 2011 Howard Price 2011 Howard Price Hunting Party I have not brought this home for you to ignore, the man said. I’ve spent nine hours in the miserable woods with tree after tree in the way to fell this lousy deer, and you will cook it or I...

... hummed on the bank Of the Muskegon River 18 miles upstream, sweet for its duet with razor wire. A moment stood up then. We were bright against the birch trees. Our utensils clinked, bright before the birch trees. Industry haloed by woods, Creamed corn...

... so rich, but now flat broke, dry, wanting, wishing for rain that never comes. And farmers longing to remember when the gnarled limbs of the front-yard trees didn’t poke accusing fingers at all the folks fixing to leave. minnesota review 77 (2011) DOI...

.... The trees are swaying, on the bench below an old woman looks up through the boughs to a parcel of clouds, when she sees us she smiles. When we pass she stands up and begins with her zlata moje, my golden child, and she reaches her hand to touch our cheeks and her hand...

...-shocked in the fig trees  /  but if i was quiet enough  /  a french song would crawl through  /  his muddy diaphragm  /  after school i would watch his gangly body  /  perched upon his favorite plastic covered couch  /  near the window  /  looking out at the...

... from the humanoid trees But I’ve always been two-legged content never yearned for a bill nor wept for my verticality except for those days my boots plod the animal paths and I observe the cranes list overhead...

... never simple. Something something suicide. And then you die (vie) die (vie) die (vie)                        and my throat becomes unsuccessful. You become part of a tree or something to climb —​                   an in-between of meaning.                            Terminal whole...

... filled with lightbulbs. I’ve had pain in my tongue. I’ve stitched a pretty dress made of licorice. I’ve walked through the garden of misery. The trees spoke Spanish and their bark tasted like aspirin. I met a sensational horse named Jalapeño...

... park there. And on she goes until slowly it slides into my view too. Was there a forest encircling it? Yes, and those foxes and their tracks we followed out from town, us carrying those awful pistols, and what a racket in the trees when the hounds flushed the pretty red one. Honey, I want you...

... Haven, a headline reads “Skeleton Found In Upended Tree on Green.” With pictures of somebody’s skull in the root ball, Death Investigator down in the pit fetching bones. Witnesses at the muddy scene offer their views: dead man trying to tell a tale, says one. The dog walker...

... of rain. I am going to leave this white field and step into a coral- edged cumulus or anchor deep as an island. I will speak mist. I will wear shawls of thunder. All my edges will be in conversation with water and sky. I lift trees. I carry relief to the heartland...

... Noh-mask face, a sketch of fear, the tail a cord of flesh both naked and snake-like. Alien. Nightly to the woods, by paths that fade, past gold eyes deep in the trees, we go like children to find the witch in the clearing. Sleep is that story we breathe to ourselves in the uncharted wake of day, a...