On Subjectivity (Springfield, Massachusetts)
She—it—rolled under my hood. I was hemmed in. I was [...]
She—it—rolled under my hood. I was hemmed in. I was [...]
Feeling very much in charge of a glass of [...]
Saturday in the backyard, the wind moving now and [...]
Airshaft, Nekisha Durrett & Migration Series, Jacob Lawrence Durrett’s [...]
Past puddles of yellow wheat fields, sheep chew cud [...]
one rests in thought on a beach before a [...]
“What pronouns would a nonbinary bird use?” I asked [...]
Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt? Where are those [...]
Another poem by Maureen Langloss, "Every Cut Has a [...]
The work of Ingeborg Bachmann’s youth functioned as a [...]