Poetry

I have heard this music before /saith the body —Mary Oliver the doctor says on […]

Cancer, by definition, is an abnormal cell growing out of ...

I sang in cement for the slow coliseum of red horses. I did not come to […]

I have grown long / leggy / a stringing vine in my own hollow / ready […]

It’s the staying intent on, the insistence of a pursuit, pursuing de- spite distractions, not settling […]

If I stay, I might notice things—the color of buttercups, their bright faces en masse floating in […]

Let me say this, please. Today I ignored the knot of laundry & my daughter’s cry […]

Sara Henning is the author of two volumes of poetry, most recently View […]

My friend wept on the job like he’d walked around the rainy woods in his Boscov’s […]

The black mushrooms rose after the storms along the road in moss and clover, as ink, […]

In the sick dream a wan globe’s dull light pries through a slit at the edge […]

after Ted Mathys after anonymous nursery rhyme This is the key to the kingdom, rustproof […]

Breezes bare a hairline. Small leaves blotch the gentleman’s hand like age. In the city his […]