- By Abby MacGregor
Tonight, even the frogs
are out there, discoursing to darkness,
regurgitating air, getting it said.
They too are turning the embarrassing
necessities of flesh into a kind of music,
they too are instruments of the invisible,
some unpleased power that would settle
for limp skin just to preserve itself.
—from "All This Fiddle", Fall 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 3)