My Fine, Feathered Corpse
by Adrian C. Louis I flapped my wings, hoping to rise & not take a nosedive. I was old & grieving but still driven by the need for nooky.
Adam’s Complaint
by Adrian C. Louis I did not need the cooter of Eve. I only wanted His magical love & His dribbling, dark gifts. Oh my God, were you not the
Independence
by Stephen Ellis Spontaneous beauty like ancient folk songs drift down from the far north, like the light rain that cools the genius living in