A Trail of Flints
Steven Knepper


“He threw some clothes 
And shoes into a bag and helped his sister 
Find the fraying octopus whose tentacles 
She chewed when she was scared.”


“Day lurches forward on the fuel of its  
own demise – paper scattered, piles 
gathered, eggs and bacon heaped, then gone”


“We don’t really know why,  
she could have gone shopping 
or had lunch with her mother 
but instead has gone into  
woods, alone, without the lover”


Volume XLIV

Artwork by Julie Hamilton

"Alchemical Poetry" - Dreama J. Kattenbraker, mixed media on canvas, 36" x 60"