Signs ~ Bethany Bowman
They know they’ve arrived when they see trees. Trees mean water, timber, game. They unload the wagon, eat flapjacks. Pa plays fiddle, P...
They know they’ve arrived when they see trees. Trees mean water, timber, game. They unload the wagon, eat flapjacks. Pa plays fiddle, P...
Sleet spots the window like errant stars like whispers of a confidence betrayed. No mailman or savior going to live this weather down. No use asking ...
What’s native? This stretch of yard once marsh fringed by tall-grass prairie, fire-swept, drained to re-emerge in cherry, hickory, oak all felled for l...
Summer’s ebbing. Wild grasses wallow around the field tree where the tractor’s discs can’t reach, where shade thins and folds. Out there, under the ...
The boat was packed. The others in my group had jostled for some benches in the cabin, but I stood at the railing, brushing against a large man in a charcoal s...
I. Here come the vultures. One, then two, they rip the soft parts of the carcass, the bison’s eyes and ass. In the livid instant before lightning ...
By the front desk at the visitor center encased in glass there is a river otter, stuffed, that my one-year-old daughter knows how to talk to. She kneels...
drawn for Carrie Impatient in the room where they slept, waiting for him to retire, her eyes open to the dark, she followed the right angle of wall and ceiling....
I woke up this morning to Spanish moss hanging from the chandelier. While I’d been asleep pepper vines had snuck in the back window headed for the librar...
for Meredith Monk Simple to say the voice rises out of the body but let’s say instead it’s gathered pulled made in the forge of the legs out of the ...