..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume VII, Issue II

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
   Volume I, Issue I
   Volume I, Issue II
   Volume II, Issue I
   Volume II, Issue II
   Volume III, Issue I
   Volume III, Issue II
   Volume IV, Issue I
   Volume IV, Issue II
   Volume V, Issue I
   Volume V, Issue II
   Volume VI, Issue I
   Volume VI, Issue II
   Volume VII, Issue I


The End of an Accident
Kate Thorpe

Eve feels her accident turned south,
pulled at the rescue to be re-positioned outward—

in many directions, all fourteen thousand of them,
the tortoises left when they went to enter, taken in as

harbingers in nets in pirates, egrets, pelicans
to pull to the sea foam as well as the people leaving

the shore, storms, rains, two of every kind of snake,
wild osprey, albatrosses chased in and out

of the waves, for everything
to fly chastened, vicariously posing, sniping,

leaping in, saying: you are nothing if not in your life
waiting. Where death means quieting.



//   Advance   //