Fredric Hildebrand Helen “Don’t you miss out on bein’ alive,” my southern grandmother said, her gnarled fingers holding old moments: the lost family farm, early widowhood, dead children, and her one-room life at a hundred years in her eyes like the light of an uncertain candle. Fredric Hildebrand is a retired physician who lives and […]
Read MoreMeg Malachi I Know That You Have No Bones One day I’ll learn that poetry is not always a banquet of cheap memorabilia, or the stake on which I swindle myself out of grief— sometimes it is a sweet gesture: my mother, who backs up the car just far enough to shine light on the […]
Read MoreSarah White Merce Cunningham’s Late Creations When he could flex no more his knees or toes, and his limbs no longer engaged in on-stage expression, he performed another daily exercise, not at the barre as before, but with paper and pencil, doing God’s job, forming his own creatures, one a day— rhino, titmouse, bonobo— birds […]
Read MoreSarah White Let Your Work Be a Surprise to You It’s as if the game were to fish words from a brook with a seine or a slotted spoon— bug, scum, weed, leaf, and as if, from upstream, came a fly, trout fly, a “Royal Coachman” my brother tied toward the end of his life, […]
Read MoreSarah Dickenson Snyder Twilight The clouds swallow the sun, grayness entering almost shining as evening curves in—a keepsake in a locket, a little house for memory. Sarah Dickenson Snyder has three poetry collections, The Human Contract, Notes from a Nomad (nominated for the Massachusetts Book Awards 2018), and With a Polaroid Camera (2019). https://sarahdickensonsnyder.com/
Read MoreSarah Dickenson Snyder At Home September then and she missed them— a daughter to love to cook for, a son to follow up a mountain— her shut-eyes imagining their palm-sized hearts, how they once beat inside. Sarah Dickenson Snyder has three poetry collections, The Human Contract, Notes from a Nomad (nominated for the Massachusetts Book […]
Read MoreSarah Dickenson Snyder On Leaving I will miss even cleaning the lint screen each time I do laundry, feeling the mesh on my fingertips— doing something I know will lengthen the life of a machine. Sarah Dickenson Snyder has three poetry collections, The Human Contract, Notes from a Nomad (nominated for the Massachusetts Book Awards […]
Read MoreHowie Good Wintry Mix A pair of cardinals— daubs of red conspicuously applied to a corpse. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
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