Willawaw Journal Winter 2020 Issue 11

Gary Lark

Chukar Hunt We're in the John Day valley chasing chukars all afternoon. A beautiful Asian game bird, a little bigger…

3 years ago

Penelope Hyde Levine

In Rain If I could only open the skies and swim in rain. The ground softens, loosens stopped sorrows, grows…

3 years ago

Sarah Lilius

Hominidae or Homo Sapiens This is the side of my face that he sees when I sob in therapy. I…

3 years ago

Kurt Luchs

To the Tenth Planet What do you look like? We may never know. Now I understand the man who walks…

3 years ago

DS Maolalaí

Later, of course, catastrophe but for now there might as well be oceans, floating outside this apartment. summer has fallen…

3 years ago

Bruce McRae

On The Brink Back end of a town on the sea-brink, sentinel mountains the rock-gods marshalling age-old cold, time elapsing,…

3 years ago

Amy Miller

Seven Apples After, we ate a Gala I split with a knife—his two quarters with the heart sliced out, mine…

3 years ago

Cameron Morse

Animal Sound Animal I have no name for biting me below a canopy of blankets, I am scared. No nightlight…

3 years ago

Liz Nakazawa

Empty On the birdless day at the refuge the morning was lento cattails barely moving in breeze. The canal twisted…

3 years ago