“Saiga” by Jenny MacBain-Stephens

Is it a mystery ungulate illness or exploding chemicals from Russian test rockets? I look for you in the space between the window screen and eternity.   So many particles I cannot name them yet they add up to cold fusion. Your bizarre bulging eyes roam the Kazakhstan tundra. I am no wolf. Is it something in the water? No human rides your antelope back … Continue reading “Saiga” by Jenny MacBain-Stephens