Poetry / Poets

Happenstance, or Why rushing to work on a Monday morning when you’re half-awake is not wise by Carolyn Martin

If I had lingered for a second cup or read my horoscope or emptied out the sink of last night’s saucy recipe, my Honda Fit would have missed the lusty squirrel that dodged the SUV whose windshield caught the red-tailed hawk that failed to calibrate her lift from asphalt slick with rabbit-splat the Kia smeared … Continue reading