H. Edgar Hix Sacrifice Having received an offering of a blood-red Ferrari with black leather seats and sterling silver hubcaps, the goddess traveled at light speed to the wild bees, came back with five gallons of raw honey, and poured it into the gas tank. H. Edgar Hix is already tired of 2020.
Read MoreFredric Hildebrand The Sound of Spring I recall a blackbird perched on our chimney, and the melting snow, and the ice gone overnight, and the homecoming of mallards, mergansers, goldeneyes, and geese to the open river, and the end of the slowed season with neighbors now out of their houses, this blackbird warming herself and […]
Read MoreFredric Hildebrand Helen “Don’t you miss out on bein’ alive,” my southern grandmother said, her gnarled fingers holding old moments: the lost family farm, early widowhood, dead children, and her one-room life at a hundred years in her eyes like the light of an uncertain candle. Fredric Hildebrand is a retired physician who lives and […]
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