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Linda Bierds

May/June 2017

Ivory Tightrope Walker

By Linda Bierds

17th c, use unknown   Not weathervane, not lightning rod,although the slender figure, balancedon a rooftop wire, might have drawnwhat others called in time ion strikes, their split and re-split […]

Fall 1994

Westray

By Linda Bierds

Then the day passed into the evening, a sovereign, darkening blue. And the twenty-six lost miners, if living at all, knew nothing of the hour: not the languid canter of […]

Fall 1994

Held

By Linda Bierds

Silent, in the loose-fisted grip of evening, he sits with his infant daughter and makes from his face an exaggerated mask, sorrow or glee, shock, the eyebrows launched toward the […]

Summer 1991

Audubon’s Border Boy

By Linda Bierds

He is sketching.First the vein and stamen twitch-strokesof the white hydrangea, thumb cocked, three fingers crooked inward-like the cramp an ice ball offers to the freezing hand.Then the push, pull, […]