There’s both turbulence and calm in this piece, something like kneading bread dough. We’d been to see an emphatic production of King Lear with a gangster-era setting; the next day our clothes retained some whiff …

You Look Like A Clock To Me
Zach Savich
Roethke says: “I measure time by how a body sways.” Hey, it’s true! See my toothpaste tube, my Annie Oatie O’s, my new-heeled shoes—all show time. As time …

“January Walk” began as a post-squall “nature walk” writing exercise, in hushed company with a–fishing now for a suitable collective noun: sord? siege? muster? ostentation?–of eighth graders. Breaking the silence meant yanking the whole skulk …

Jennifer Bullis, the inaugural winner of Poetry Northwest‘s contest, The Pitch, writes of her winning poem:
I knew I would love writing to Rebecca Hoogs’s prompt, which calls for re-grounding in the language of physical place.  …

Last week, we featured the first of three takes by Eric McHenry on Robert Frost’s immortal “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”  This week, we bring you the second of these riffs.  The third appears as “Stay” …