One Poem, J.D. Ho
I was the first to be known in this way.
One Poem, Cesca Janece Waterfield
Its roots scooped down below the well, and sprawled / in a web like the human nervous system ...
Two Poems, Jennifer Schomburg Kanke
We know the taste of sassafras tea / and the ruckus of cicadas in the trees.
One Poem, Carolyn Martin
Every boundary line, / dam, trellis, and mended wall will rumble down.
From Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, Jordan Dunn
illumination of loons in perennial occurrence ...
Two Poems, Michelle M. Tokarczyk
But still on these streets that wind through / the hills, on the country hills that squeeze / so much green out of such a short summer
Three Poems, Logan Fry
Murmur sold us one mass out of / blights I climb up, dank.
Interview with Patrick Lawler
"You go back to the roots and then what comes out of that experience is shocking, it’s beautiful. And it rarely disappoints me if I approach things like that."
A Poemformance, Patrick Lawler
"Did we ring the buzzer in time enough to give the answer?"
A Film by Joni Renee Whitworth
"The green chair was the width of a three-year-old ..."