Poetry

Some storms are quiet, an engine starting up. Others smell of gasoline, rising through the rain, […]

From the Far Away, Nearby by Catherine Pond

No warning, no tightening in the trees to signal the onslaught of undulation, the hum […]

Hyenas circling the air, low cliffs arresting each panic. Lizard’s tail removes dark from morning. It once […]

This is our time, our turn to skip these blunted stones across the quiet cosmos. Or […]

Firestain—afternoon hard and ratty, a wirehanger with an end chewed off. This is a silence drill. […]

It starts out simple, with blindfolds and sleights of hand. I’ll be the girl you practice […]

Perhaps when you came across me I was a fist finally coming open. A foal in […]

We dig deep into the earth, Nina. We cut it up. We do not try to […]

We raked the hissing scoriae of bone the pyre left to make both friars gag. Her […]

. . . . . envelope with stitching arrives in late September how was I […]

Yes, I have been trying to find a way to tell you I have the Stigmata. […]

My love, my Frankenstein, I made you up. I built a model lover from the […]