David Kirby teaches at Florida State University. His collection The House on Boulevard St.: New and Selected […]
Poetry
Here’s what he learned about darkness: it’s not absence. It’s fulland thickas stone. In darkness, you try to seal your breathbehind […]
Axel Gets Lost in the Cavern in Verne’s Journey to ...
I. A short strip of shore, which we elongatedby walking in zig-zags, meandering from the dry, golden grass that […]
Solomons Riverwalk by Annie Przypyszny
Ferny tendrils curl behind an array of bushesin watercolors of green and purple; green likeeyes, not envy, and […]
On an Illustration from a Gardening Magazine by Annie Przypyszny
My long body. This length a love poem. Distance between us a seething river, bound and easily scratched, […]
SOUNDING IS NAMING THE GAP BETWEEN US AND THEN TRAVELING ...
Everywhere, god in parcels the land outstretched on which he has cast his eyes— speculating a love of […]
— XENOLALIA, OR TALKING WHITE: THE ADMINISTRATION OF JUSTICE AND ...
One afternoon we met in the forest, as was our habit. We walked in deep as we could, […]
Pastoral by Molly Minturn
& suddenly, it is like all the quiet Sundays of my childhood. Trouble, low in the bulrush, dons […]
Aubade with Bottom Envy by Aidan Forster
To your twilight, tooth and eye, to the listening of trees, to limbs. To the beaten and not,the […]
A Toast, to the Enslaved and to the Free by ...
If the colonizing ships arrived and colonized even the dirtwith their ballast flowers, then I too am a […]
Offloading the Ballast by Calgary Martin
It was summer every day in Brooklynas I remember it. I was a girlthe first day of my […]
It Was Summer Every Day in Brooklyn by Calgary Martin
What happens when you get your life back?This is the opposite of the question that possessed mefor many […]