by Jaimie Li | Contributing Writer
“Through lamentation and joy, Smith’s poems lean their head back and sing, Not yet.”
Image: “Dreams In Black and White”, 2013, courtesy of the artist, Shikeith
Seeing too much is seeing too little
a want / to be hammer and fire
Julia Bouwsma on Analicia Sotelo’s Virgin and Erin Hoover’s Barnburner
a distance / we call octave
All things shrink into mirrors
Were they taking their loneliness out on each other?
by Sierra Nelson | Contributing Writer
And the fear, held in equal measure.