Heather Rankin, “Serpent”

Fiction 6.1

Warm Milk

by carrie la seur

“Burton sits poorly balanced on the creaking wooden chair Amber moved from the kitchen to the cramped living room because it doesn’t invite long stays. His repertoire of love poetry is extraordinary: he recites not just Shakespeare and the Brownings, but lyrical selections…“


An Old Dog

by kris willcox

“Dad doesn’t talk about getting older. He would have me believe that the two miles we walked this morning up the notch canyon taxed him no more than hikes we took thirty, forty years ago. He wears the same sweater and the same pack…”