Nov, 16 2020 | no responses
Photo by Phil Roeder when you lift your toe, the fabric falls, folds. the ropes dance. your hair drags along the forest floor and my comb follows. tonight, we’re lost at sea, hidden in plain sight. let’s not worry our wishes into birds or close off a corner of the room. let’s have a thicker […]
Nov, 16 2020 | no responses
Photo by John Morton Outside, a tree, dried out & skeletal, moans. Dead in spring. The roots can’t find water. It’s May, the city isn’t greening anymore, & trees are sick of the sun. Say the sky’s the sickblue of hospital walls. Say her name as she coughs & gags in predawn heat. She tried […]
Nov, 16 2020 | no responses
Photo by Intermountain Forest Service, USDA Region 4 Photography Pennock Trail There was a boy who was a boy who was a tree who was a river and a rock and a cloud. Who was a nothing more than a something who wanted to be nothing but a flash under sky over field. Who wanted […]
Nov, 03 2020 | no responses
Herein lies the beauty of Hernandez Diaz’s poetry: what is real is up for grabs, and it’s our job to decipher what’s in front of us
Nov, 02 2020 | no responses
Jarnot’s poetry can serve as a model for a mother’s creativity and nurturing—a way to celebrate both.
Oct, 29 2020 | no responses
Eighteenth in the Mountain/West Poetry Series, edited by Stephanie G’Schwind, Kazim Ali, Dan Beachy-Quick, Camille T. Dungy & Donald Revell “In Dears, Beloveds Kevin Phan has found a way, in form and rhythm, to reach into the ancient recesses of our imagination and to place what he finds there next to yesterday’s headlines. He provides […]