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VOLUME 4


EDITORS' NOTE | Volume 4
May 24th, 2025. I’d describe the fourth volume of Ark Review  as clever. It is abundant with adept writing, but what stands out most is...


AND FALLING BIRDS SHALL SIGNAL THE ANTHROPOCENE by Keith Hoerner
— after Rachel Carson No wind flows Through wingspan No lift Force No air- Foil Aves find Themselves As thrown Stones Beaks raking Earth...


THE NEXT MORNING, NO EARTH by Karen Walker
Overnight on April 22, forty-one pink plastic flamingos appear on Earth's front lawn. Who on Earth did it? Ryan did.. Ryan counts the...


FALLOW PASTURES & ALL SOULS DAY by Maureen Clark
Fallow Pasture in my mother’s fallow pasture two lame deer one missing a leg the other one injured are temporarily safe from cars and...


A SPLOTCH OF HOPE by David Henson
One summer afternoon, it appeared in the sky like black ink on blue canvas. We were kids, but even the old-timers said they’d never seen...


MESSAGE FOUND IN A BOTTLE by Gerry Sloan
(To My Granddaughter Zoe on Her First Birthday) Zoe, I wish I could tuck this note in a time capsule to be opened in 2100, when you will...


ALL I HEAR ARE CRICKETS by Lancee Whetman
Entomology. Makes me a bit squeamish thinking about hexapoda. Six-legged fears of the Animalia kingdom Arthropoda phylum Insecta class....


I NO LONGER WANT TO (JUST) KILL MY LAWN by A. G. Wilson
We’ve been letting the grass die for a long, long time. We thought it was righteous to kill our lawn, no water for this invader in the...


STREAM IN WILDERNESS by John Swofford
My Dad’s people are from Western North Carolina, and my Mom’s people are from Salt Lake City, Utah. I’ve been attracted to the mountains...
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