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My Name Was Jason

On the south shore, an overdose claims a life every eight days - Massachusetts Department of Public Health, 2014 My palms so pale, palm to palm to...

Eastern Screech Owl and Northern Goshawk: Two Poems

Eastern Screech Owl   Outside my daughter’s window— she’s eight—a screech owl in a pilfered nest in the hollow of a horse chestnut tree.   The squirrel squawks, glaring first at me,...

Mise en Place

Could this be madness, this? ~Sylvia Plath Beyond all dusky upstairs rooms, their doors fastened tight, locked by skeleton keys I’ve lost in some drawer of the mind,...

The Wedding Toppers

A bride and groom, two figurines, topped a wedding cake. After the wedding photographer had backed into the cake to try to get a...
James Whitesmith

Blue

The moment you fall for someone fully, body, mind and soul, knowing from the start you can’t have them, but letting yourself experience a shameless, all-consuming desire

poem) (from next season:

Palimpsest: a manuscript rubbed smooth so it can be used again, with traces of the original showing through. Dina Hardy created the poem below by...

That the mind isn’t guided by the punished shade

"Spots on the surface. A dampness somewhere nears us to sleep. We walk on another kind of nest for the body"

A Can of Pinto Beans

  Robbie Gamble: For the past several summers I have spent time on the Arizona/Mexico border, working with an organization that provides medical and...

The Disintegration of the Face of Memory

after Dali We’re in gym class with arms spread open turning like flattened windmills making safe space       making enemies. Everyone I pass carries an unreasonable appendage propped in the...

Spiders on the Hancock

Steady at their webs on the brilliant edge, Chicago spiders range outside the windows across the 94th floor, at every vantage their dedicated tensile silks arrayed upon the...

Andromeda

  a little star becomes a starry wheel      rolling in huge silence     toward us announced by meteoric children         flashing to nobody’s...

Trading the Mountaintop for the TV Room: An Interview with...

Introduction The other day, my son and I were sitting on the couch in my sunroom, watching the traffic outside, when a hearse, leading a...