Epithalamion in the Field
words by I.S. Jones
art by Gabrielle Bates
words by I.S. Jones
art by Gabrielle Bates
Everything holds up a mirror.
The mirror holds up a door.
This is the boy next door discovering
what he wants his voice to do—
Poets explore the intersection of word and image.
“This is a collection about preservation.”—an essay by Luther Hughes
Wherefore
the trumpet vine has poisoned me.
“What would the objects around us look like if we were centered, open?”—an essay by John Wall Barger
“Research is an intimate practice.”
to enjoy a banana
you need only the banana’s name
“Origin is first origin”—an essay by Natalie A. MartÃnez