Patty Nash on Jan Wagner’s The Art of Topiary
Here they are the words fluttering in the mind
I beat the sky with the questions of my fists
On the poplar, on the poplar, on pain
by Jaimie Li | Contributing Writer
Look, then, and see / the roots of the sky.
by Jake Uitti | Contributing Writer
Oh, my fingers would like / to cut down the stars.
Hilary Plum on Ghayath Almadhoun’s Adrenalin
knowing that the mask is more an image