A Feeling Which Needs Sun and Rain to Grow by Liza Hyatt Today the wind has been pushing clouds through the sky like questions pushed into the body. Rain came and went. Starlings gathered, covering the grass with black bodies, prisming the sun. Just now, rain came again. Suddenly, sunlight is throwing spears through every…

Prompt: Look for animal tracks, patterns in wood and rock, the flight of migrating geese, and imagine what special messages they might offer if you could decipher their secret language written from world to you. For example: In her story “Texts,” Ursula LeGuin writes, “…these foam words lying on the brown sand now had been…