Snow covers property that lives outside as mold covers our food with soft, white hair and ice preserves our dead-town, traffic-wide as fungus that feeds on fields of highway air. Giant sheets of snow heaped over hills & parking lots as if each colossal animal our children made out of clouds molted its skin or were ripped through the ground, either way—our families freeze where something massive rots. By Joshua Wren

What brave life to see! these few, bunches of brown leaves dead & still clinging to the oak tree, covered in ice & snow standing apart from the rows of others whose every branch is stark bare as if this mistaken one patiently holds this truth to share— (that only we of similar roots will know) Oh—how in the blind face of Time and mindless seasons where so many follow so many reasons to “let go”— we (in this strange company) want to show how best to be in quiet conflict with s

Where the TV should be, Liam has a fishtank. I like fishtanks, he said. He was six years old. He’s liked fishtanks ever since. He’s thirty-five now. He sits in his easy chair, face less than a foot away from the glass, and stares. There’s nothing out there that moves like fish. Fish look like aliens from outer space, exploring earth for the first time. No matter how many laps they take, they see things for the first time. It’s beautiful. Liam has a job, unfortunately. His job

By Catherine Paulson

Short Small Tiny Little Petite Size is relative Strong Powerful Impactful Physical Tough With an indestructible base You tell me my size I tell you “congratulations, you have eyes” What’s the point of sharing that fact? When I have a bigger heart Measured as 5 feet short But feel 8 feet tall I forget my size Because I don’t see a difference But you do You just want to find a flaw Tell me when you find a real one Cause this is my superpower This might be your weakness But this

Can’t complain When I constantly train Many people wish they were in my shoes And to be all over the news They don’t know I’m struggling From doing all this juggling Doing what I love is hard But I can’t let down my guard I question if it’s worth it And if I’m a perfect fit I just have to have fun Before it’s all done Be grateful for where I am Especially in this program I’m not where I want to be I need to find the missing key Now it’s time to sweat Because I’m not finished 

(Click to expand recipe) Caroline's Cinnamon Rolls Ingredients For the dough:  - 4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour - 1/3 cup granulated sugar - 1 packet Rapid Rise Instant Yeast - 1 teaspoon salt - 1 1/2 cups milk (100-110 degrees F)  - 6 tablespoons unsalted butter - 1 egg  For the cinnamon sugar filling: - 2/3 cup light brown sugar - 1- 1/2 tablespoon ground cinnamon - Pinch of salt - 1/4 cup butter (softened/melted)  For the frosting:  - 4 ounces cream cheese (room temp)...

There’s a photo of a man somewhere above an old obituary. The color picture has started to run and bleed. He is thinning on top and his...

There. The full Moon. A ghost. Pieces of you Falling to earth, walk Straight through me. My fingers clutch the sky, aching To catch your...