Poetry

On the high hills, six white horses eat gray sky. Snow has fallen, soft as flannel on […]

Winter by Patricia Fargnoli

after a photograph by Riitta Ikonen and Karoline Hjorth He stands in a salt marsh up […]

“In each relationship, one must bring something of simple usefulness. Wood or flint to the fire; salt or […]

I can enable you to always hear the voices of your loved ones, even though they are far […]

I am thinking of salmon because I am thinking of breeding. I am thinking of breeding because I’ve […]

I have that dream again where the Elders stand mute in their […]

Make believe generally has no rules except to stay in character. —Wikipedia The first time I took a […]

She below the rock cairns, a brooding wind, climbs higher. She with a visceral pace, its bright shards […]

If I were born in Prague I’d avoid baroque concerts in libraries, libraries with plaster rosettes, libraries with […]

It came to so a pass that they would not name God. Thus it happened that they lost […]

1 When I meet Max, I want to follow him around. So do the trees. I also want […]

for Medgar Evers How thirty calibers ricochet from a rib. You stood sturdy with the bones to match. […]