by Sarah Dickenson Snyder On the cusp of summerthe snow looks weary, reluctant.  We have goneover a cliff’s edge like the dream I had last night,my car veering off the road,  almost too frighteningto write down.  My mind swerves awayas I wish the car had, wish...

Joan Miro was famous for once saying he’d spent 80 years trying to learn how to paint like a child—uninhibited, free of self-conscious thinking, without any sense of pose. And it is in that same spirit that we lean into the idea / mood of “Totally Limited...

Happy Book Birthday to Free State poet S. B. Merrow. Her Everyone a Bell was just published by Kelsay Books. The notorious critic Barrett Warner has written—It’s a fine collection with at least a dozen poems anyone on the planet would have wished to write. There was...

Our transitions editor Sorrah Edwards-Thro has new writing up at Entropy Magazine: With corona at our door if not already among us, my housemates and I take a frantic and far from complete tally of who social distancing doesn’t mean staying away from. Typically, over...

Our heartfelt congratulations to poet Lara Egger, who just received the Juniper Prize for a first book of poetry! Several of her poems have appeared in our issues. Check out the press release here: https://www.umass.edu/umpress/2020juniperwinners

“At night I dream about empty parking lots:/ flat and void of memory./ It’s been two years & I still live/ in a temporary house.” Meg Eden’s poetry collection Drowning in a Floating World (Press 53) is concerned with disaster, survival, & what comes in...

If I think a poem or collection of poems is good and I want to be certain, I measure myself in the doorway. If I was 71 inches before, I am at least 71.001 after my encounter. Or, I’m wider. On the scale, it depends. Is it calibrated to record the gain or loss of a...

From our forthcoming issue. Running   It was spring and the garden was just green. On the porch, purple petunias, moss roses, and you, baby sister, between blooming and crying. Our mother was already running. I lifted you to my skinny hip and ran as far as I could...