This is not the realm of will or desire. To translate silence is to attempt music without human ear or throat.
And all at once, the house had twice
as many rooms
by Anne Greeott | Contributing Writer
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