On a Clear Day


How quiet is Hell—how it unnerves you.  Usually, panic throttles you  awake but today you wake up feeling.   You do not expect gentleness—you…

Poetics of the Threshold: A Review of Hinge by Molly Spencer


“For some…the liminal becomes their only dwelling place—becomes home”[1]                                                                                                 Jane Hirshfield   Perhaps it’s because I’ve recently crossed into midlife, the space between…