Category / Issue #65 December 2016

SPENCER HILL

is steep, so breathing hard we sink down into a front pew, while the pallbearers, in the rich black of 16th century prosperity, step down into the sanctuary, easily balancing her wooden coffin, whom we knew only in these last

Two Poems

KINDNESS DETECTOR   It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which, exposed to empathy, the urge to serve, selfless concern for others, etc., makes the flute toot