This Late
Swear, I say, you’re not in my head,
As you go on about molecules of water,
Welcome to Poetry NorthWest
Winter Zuihitsu
From our apartment’s window: the sky scrubbed sterile. Trees thin with near winter.
[and love]
and love
and cloud hive
and deep in the middle
Sea Stars at Douarnenez
Metaphors. Holograms. Bending light.
One Day Your Voice Will Become Mine: On Kalehua Kim’s Mele
“This book is a palimpsest, an encapsulation of influences. Here are the remnants we collect from our loved ones, from our days, the bits of dialogue, the stories, images, and small gestures that mold us. How can we mend and be mended? Through the attempt, the insistence, to forget nothing.”
Interview// “The Unfamiliar as Poetic Landscape”: A Conversation with Ally Ang
I love how the act of paying attention defamiliarizes spaces that I’ve been to many times before and makes them feel new and exciting.—Ally Ang
Understories Thrive on Loss: On Katy E. Ellis’ Forty Bouts in the Wilderness
“Ellis is specific about her use of the word “bout” to represent a defined timeframe as well as a struggle. And while her experience of wilderness is personal, it is never possessive.”
2025 James Welch Prize
We are delighted to feature our 2025 James Welch Prize winners and finalists in our online folio.
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