Attention To A Shared, Burning World
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Reading M. Stone’s limited-edition chapbook In Wildness and Knox Gardner’s full-length, collaborative art text Woodland alongside each other recalled for me Georgia O’Keeffe’s profound...
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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...
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...