Two poems by Robert Peake

    Letter to the Last Megafauna My friends, you wouldn’t like it here, moss squelching underfoot, lean drizzle tickling your rivulets, bare trees. We’d give you names like Babar, Dumbo, Topsy, then shackle your legs for safety (ours), parade you in a car for entertainment (ours). Everywhere we go (archaeology shows) the giants disappear – save you, the last of the mammoths, eyelid creased … Continue reading Two poems by Robert Peake

Two poems by Hannah Linden

    The Cottage in the Wood Be careful of the stories you keep, my mother said. Peel back their metaphors and check under their skins before you put them into your basket. Mother forgets, sometimes, the basket, the tightness of its weave, how big its handle. Life was simpler under lamp-posts. It’s hard to remember when Mother stopped dropping breadcrumbs. Only that the birds … Continue reading Two poems by Hannah Linden