Jonathan Saint

  The glow inside is a pale, voiceless heat. A breeze drifts up from the fields, tickling the invisible flames, licking the stifling afternoon. Smoke lifts, stinging the eyes of the watching circle. Two dozen pink-soled feet, barefoot on the caked earth, shift listlessly. Clinking.   Planter Jackson loosens his neckerchief. He smiles at his […]