I have read about a girl who pinned her healing to the making Of cranes, and how they navigate by starlight, instinct, the ancient Maps scored inside the lace of their bones. They know how to dance.From Emma Trelles' "The Function of a Wing...

Last summer, two discrete young snakes left their skin on my small porch, two mornings in a row. Being post-modern now, I pretended as if I did not see them, nor understand what I knew to be circling inside me.From "Summ...

I came to explore the wreck./ The words are purposes./ The words are maps./ I came to see the damage that was done/ and the treasures that prevail. From "Diving into the Wreck" — Adrienne Rich Poetry as diving. Poetry as moving in...

No matter how loud/ this bar, within these three walls we can drop straight into a very electric flight. We can/ pretend we don’t answer to anyone–including/ the waitress–& no one even knows where we are. Aimee Nezhukumatathi...