a story...and a poem.

"I'm hungry. And thirsty. Want a smoke? I do. How bout a drink? No? Well, fine. I supposed we should just sit here, then?"
"Finally", she thought, and sat, and reminisced and organized each peculiar and sordid detail of the morning she spent with the stranger. They decided to go swim sharks for the day and thought about the contours of sea and how they corresponded to the maps of their faces. Why then are crows the only ones what walk on water. But does explain the faint smell of tidal wave at my doorstep the morning you left. Why does everything have to be so confusing? For once I would just love it if white could be white and black could at least pretend to be black. For once what's sinister could stop pretending. For once I could rest, tirelessly, on a lay-z-boy in the sky. Tethered by my hopes for "seconds". Hopes dashed, I speed away in the car to the nearest tree museum in Anchorage Alaska.

by natalie, sam, nick, and matthew.

i wrapped you in
wool that i sheared
from the oracle of
the forest

which made you
smell of salt and honey
the bees and
sparrows followed us
to the city that
ran on corn and was
built on concrete


~samantha farmer