from “In the Country of Absence”
My love wanted a glass of water so I pulled an old, plastic, dirty cup out of my bag and offered it to him to fill with water. My love said that if he were put in a poem, no … Continued
My love wanted a glass of water so I pulled an old, plastic, dirty cup out of my bag and offered it to him to fill with water. My love said that if he were put in a poem, no … Continued
In our field is a bull. It is just the head—the horns sticking out from the snow. The bull died suddenly and the owners wanted to know why and so my husband sent the lab a tissue sample. In the … Continued
Since we first planned it, I have always thought of this issue’s theme as environmentalist. “I live here”: this is my planet, my legacy, my context, resources, responsibility. But one of the advantages of gestating a literary magazine is that … Continued