Two Poems
byTable, 2 After Milosz An empty table, an empty tavern, that image haunts her departure. Everything else is cheap silverware, finger-marked wine stems. Like…
Three Poems
byCave Cricket Belly-up, splay-legged, bow-backed to the things in the dark: my mother will die, my father, my kid. Licked with dread. What I…
Do You Understand What I Am Saying
byWhat is the process we go through to understand someone or something with a fundamentally different consciousness from ours? This is the question I…
Panthalassa
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The light that hummed in the amniotic sea The algae that latticed itself into Tokyo-sized mats in the shallows The moment the world became...
All Their Moments Together
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Tree Stories Her small leaves yellowed at the first touch of chill. Then as the northern wind roamed waking the hairs on the little...
American Radiance
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Although Luisa Muradyan’s American Radiance (University of Nebraska Press, 2018) centers on the memories of migrating to the United States, it also expands on the...
Ash Wednesday, Offshore
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We cordoned the bay from the ocean and it did not contain the spill. O God, who created the earth, We used napalm and...
Three Poems
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Chorus Frog The season of cracking open, bloodroot, egg strings. My grandmother chops the cloddy ground. Many years without him. Onion sets, new moon...
The Earth, The Body
bySandy Coomer is a visual artist and poet living in Brentwood, TN. Below, she shares her thoughts on acrylic pour painting and how it…
Two Poems
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Walking the Arroyo I kneel at the altar of stone, quartz-veined and creek-cut to trace volcanic memories. The urgency of cicadas sings through the...
Boxed World
byWilliam D. Hicks is a photographer who lives in Chicago. These works explore the interrelationship between natural subjects and technology. In Night Lights, the leafless…
Claude Monet, Argenteuil, 1875
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It was a lot of things. It was the algae blooms swimming against the tide. It was the convent of masts, making partial signs...
Amano
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Inspired by Frank Relle's "Amano," Jack Bedell composed his ekphrastic poem of the same name. Amano —Frank Relle Gallery, NOLA¹ Even what’s left of...
Your Strange Fortune
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For our second micro-essay on first books, Chloe Clark gives us a peek into the inspiration and process behind her debut collection Your Strange...
Nuclear Family
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“The militarization of light has been widely acknowledged as a historical rupture that brought into being a continuous Nuclear Age, but less understood is...
Poem Beginning With a Line From Wordsworth
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It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, and the neighbor has shoveled his horseshit in the garden, bucket after bucket dumped from rusting...
Refractive Errors
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March birch: whose rags appear at first as roses, at least in my loose vision ...
Where The Light Is Born: An Interview With Li-Young Lee
byLi-Young Lee was born in Jakarta, Indonesia to parents who were, as he discusses in this interview, scapegoated by the Chinese government and forced…
Bear Country
byI have been thinking lately of going feral. Once or twice each season I briefly leave the comforts of my home in the front…
American Cavewall Sonnet
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Wolf milk and wilderness America. Romulus and Remus built ...