The blooming of the floodplain is surreal in its brevity. Red- capped mushrooms are stooge to wind-wavering ferns. On June evenings the riverside is a burnished copper blade. By night the river knits pockets beneath town, and each sleeping mind that passes downstream stops to add a secret. — MILES VARANA
Miles Varana’s work has appeared in Typehouse, The Penn Review, and Passages North. He has worked previously as a staff reader and managing editor at Hawai’i Pacific Review. Miles currently works for WKBT News in La Crosse, Wisconsin, where he does his best to be a good Millennial despite disliking tandem bike rides.