The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new books
“For once, I don’t want to call love a feral cat; / I want to forgive myself the way water / forgives everything.”
Tag: Nature
Thirty-four houses in thirty-four years, as if the idea of putting down roots was anathema to her.
(reviews)
The cicada ebbed and flowed / until those raised in cities / complained. How can we sleep?
(poetry)
She bravely gazes into the unknown without trying to articulate what gazes back.
(reviews)
That day has never ended. / The fence he built is still new.
The roof soars so high above the sky’s hanging at arm’s length / And you, dear, are now drunk on a thousand glasses of wine
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