The tide pool crumples like a woman/ into the smallest version of herself,/ bleeding onto whatever touches her. Donika Kelly, Sanctuary I want to create and grow. I want to dance and learn. I want to bleed and breathe. I want to pay attention and ...

There are so many people who’ve come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. Look out at the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour. Ada ...

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?/ Yes, to the very end./ Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?/ From morn to night, my friend.  Christina Rossetti, Up-Hill This makes me think of Sisyphus. This makes me think of the refrige...

“L’Siren,” says the Frenchwoman, sliding a faux/ ivory bangle engraved with a mermaid on my wrist./ I run a thumb across fin and scale until I come to her/ face: full lips, round nose, hair dreadlocked. I recognize/ her face, balance her many n...