Working it out (Jen Webb)

Getting there This is the morning I wake from a dream of drowning, and wait for what comes next. Someone brings me tea I cannot drink, chocolates made of coconut. …

Painting (Joe Dolce)

She has spread canvas across the long side of the shed, and sits on a low stool, washing blue over white weave. She likes plein air, the humid day cut …

Java Suite (Mike Ladd)

Under the transmitter towers a papaya garden receiving rain. A thousand silent swallows came. From you, no message. Feeling for the right stone in opaque water — fish-trap building. Banana tree — …