Ordered Fragments

By |2015-06-01T14:23:42-05:00February 7th, 2014|

Hard cake of the clay shore, the lake leeched back, trees tinseled with snakes. From the vantage of our dock, a moccasin beds a dead fish in the cotton of its mouth. […]

Gray Fox

By |2014-01-09T16:22:20-05:00January 10th, 2014|

by J. Matthew Boyleston For years, my grandfather shared his garden with a rare gray fox. As he piddled about, the fox watched from the wood’s edge, in enfleshed silence, following every slow movement […]

Self-Portrait from Ordered Fragments

By |2013-12-19T15:11:09-05:00November 12th, 2013|

There is the desert that is a slow wick, and the cactus and the highway defiled in waves of heat. There is the desert of this blank page where waters freeze and are released at the first light. Water and salt water. When Hugo hit these shores people fled. Houses were torn like families, trees [...]