By Rebecca Hazelton
You can’t control what people make of you. / Some see sacrifice / where others see torture
By Ada Limón
What’s the thin break / inescapable, a sudden thud / on the porch, a phone / vibrating with panic on the nightstand?
Suppose it’s easy to slip into another’s green skin,bury yourself in leavesand wait for a breaking, a breaking open, a breaking out. I have, befo [...]
At the cabin in Snug Hollow near McSwain Branch creek, just spring, all the animals are out, and my beloved and I are lying in bed in a soft silence.
I remember watching my mother / with the horses, the cool, fluid / way she’d guide those enormous / bodies around the long field
By Sara Eliza Johnson
Here’s a lesson: If you leave a hole in the forest, / leave a mouth open in pain, astonishment or grief, / something will come to fill it
Some mornings, I come to on the floor, / my neck burned with moon tracks
Out here, I’m lonely enough to open / my body for anyone that finds me
Sometimes it’s seaweed in your throat you can’t cough out / or an ink cloud expanding in your skull
Who doesn’t like a bit of flash, / a pop of red / like a nosebleed