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On how fragile life might be by Enoch Thompson

Wednesday, September 24th, 2014

We hit something she said “a raccoon?” I said, “opossum.” I said, “turn around, let’s turn around.” and there it was lying in the street a silhouette of sharp snout and feet orange on grey on black, the colors fade. A cat, we hit a cat. So this is death, bulging, leaking red eyes protruding […]

Surprise Possession by Karen Kelsay

Tuesday, July 8th, 2014

She spends her afternoons beside the tree, where Mr. Lizard’s made his home. Last week she caught him in her mouth, and forcefully, my husband pried him out. She doesn’t seek this reptile, or a patterned, scaly prize— just itches for a thrilling chase. For days she’s turned into a sphinx. Unblinking eyes, and breath […]

Victoria Road by Will Reger

Wednesday, March 20th, 2013

The boy on his way to school Saw the earth eating a dog. Black and brown, warm and sleek, A lolling grin so like its kind: It was killed by a car and Fell among the roadside weeds Without notice and was still. How long did the earth dance on Before the boy saw its […]

Ice Walking by Mark Penny

Thursday, January 24th, 2013

A nameless beaver sprang the trap. Must have swum through it on his way up shore. The two dogs, Jax and Cleo, crouched in their winter coats, Gripped and pulled, But the snare held, Jealous of its prey. I found them: Red paw prints in the savaged snow, Scrabbling blindly at the brink. They parted […]

Chairman Mao by Percival P. Pennywhistle

Thursday, July 12th, 2012

My cat’s named “Chairman Mao”:* She’s dropped the “i” somehow. She’s dropped the thing, But, Marx bless Ming,** Still has a frightful Yao.*** __________________________________ The image above is a 2012 scan of a 1999 oil on oilcloth reproduction of a 1942 photograph of a late Victorian cameo of an early Victorian watercolour portrait of Chairman […]

Caught in Snow by Will Reger

Monday, July 9th, 2012

Her race presumes Imperious cuteness Conquers all—even Monday snowfall when, From her comfortable nest At the top of the stairs, This scroll of fur and claw Uncoiled, shot outside, Her eye distilled For the hunt: tiger demon Fell to winter’s ambush— Snow knives, hawk Shadow circling, Coyotes lambent Among the weeds, iron Curve of sky—and […]

Victorian Violet Press seeks poetry

Monday, August 16th, 2010

Victorian Violet Press editor Karen Kelsay, a frequent contributor to WIZ, sent this announcement: Victorian Violet Press, an online poetry magazine, is seeking submissions for the December issue. Please check out the magazine to get an idea of what type of poetry is published. You can find the magazine here. Guidelines: Our taste in poetry […]

Oreo v. the Expedition

Monday, May 24th, 2010

Last week my husband found himself in need of a computer monitor.  In our part of SE Utah, if you need affordable computer parts of middling quality right away, you drive the 160 mile round trip to the nearest Walmart, located in the shadow of Mesa Verde in Cortez, Colorado.  He left late and returned […]

Kittens, anyone?

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

One night last week I was out late on the back porch pushing my special needs daughter up and down the porch in her wheelchair.  My husband was out there, too, and we were talking.  The porch is a rickety, second-story affair, so it creaks as I walk.  The wheelchair rattles.  If our neighbors here […]

Field Notes #8

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

October 2, 2009.  This morning, as I walk down the road toward Crossfire, I barely avoid stepping on a small, silver-and-grey-winged butterfly sitting on the pavement, trying, I think, to warm itself after our first night of ice-on-the-dog’s-dish cold.  The insect’s coloration matches that of surrounding gravel.  Only its thin wings and their accompanying shadow […]