Poetry

She never saw God in her fits— not the way the others did: what if […]

The Humility of St. Teresa of Ávila by Rochelle Hurt

“I think it is all light at the end; I think it is air.” Larry Levis […]

How thirst does the work, then the eyes How the whipped cream of a Frappuccino stands […]

Let’s dance with history’s heavy corpse tonight. Let’s jig, amble, hustle, bump, grind, and shake the […]

[You can read CM Burroughs introduction to Juliana Gray’s poems here.] Where does the greedy eye come […]

NORTH A girl drove into a blizzard at sunset. Her fiancé told her not to, and […]

I pared some pieces down, whittled ends to nubs then stepped away— the needle rasp, […]

after Richard Siken Tell me again about the rain, tell me how it’s good […]

Gray’s poems address how one reads—attempts to read—still life and still living. Each of these poems […]

I trailed my dad downstairs into the morgue. The man whose leg he had them save for us […]

Teach me the spider’s ontological geometry. Let me be born to spin myself, this edge to another edge […]

This new blood has taken root, my donor replete & replicate. I felt it first as […]