The Clacker Bell

A dozen snow geese cross a black sky. Wind and wing. Smell of rain and cornfields, the tiny ears like rows of concealed teeth. Who knew war would begin with so few words? Someone knew. There is no sound until the clacker bell rings and wet drops burn. Linda Cooper lives in Seattle, Wash., where…

Correspondence from the Bottom of the Well

“All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.” –George Orwell The free market hollered one night in June when bugs jangled and glowed like coins and the stars answered with a thousand conspiracies. I’m the pirate, the free market said, and you are the gold. I sobbed with the bullfrogs. We’d written…