By Ada Limón
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
By Rebecca Hazelton
Who doesn’t like a bit of flash, / a pop of red / like a nosebleed
Admit it. This is how you want me, slick where desired, / rough where requested.
Like an ermine looping through the snow, mouth a pink line, / I’m suited for my habitat.