I. Yesterday my old beagle almost found a dead rat with his young nose. Flattened in the middle of the road, a dried husk. Aged pancake with shrivel tail. Rodent jerky. And so forth. II. The silent heart monitor glued to my sternum tracks life. A minuscule button to push when things don’t feel right, […]
Alina Zollfrank
Alina Zollfrank from (former) East Germany loathes wildfire smoke and writes to get out of her whirring mind. She cares for two teens, a husband, three rescue dogs, and countless plants in the Pacific Northwest and finds inspiration in the lightness and heaviness of this world. Her essays and poetry have been published in Bella Grace, The Noisy Water Review, and Last Leaves Magazine.