Issue #66 January 2017

  • Copper Beech

    Because it had been, quite literally,
  • Aeolus

    The camouflaging wind gets
  • New Math

    Out of the place I knew,
  • The Absurd Self Looking Both Ways at Once | Inventing Nightlife

    Plato said the world is divided into a world
  • Ophelia

    Where stars sleep on the calm black waters,
  • BIRD

    I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
  • Anthropocene

    Nesting, the turtle seems to be crying even though she is simply
  • Her Oceanography

    A strand of algae leaves its rubbery
  • The Left Hand

    clay votive offering
  • Ernest Hilbert: The Muse and the Auctioneer’s Gavel: Learning About Poetry from First Editions

    The Muse and the Auctioneer’s Gavel: Learning About Poetry from First Editions   For a decade and a half I…

    Issue #66 January 2017
  • Editor’s Note

    January: and as I write tonight, mid- December, winter or what passes for such in Florida. Far ahead of schedule…

    Issue #66 January 2017
  • Katharine Rauk: Buried Choirs

    The work of Marianne Moore, arguably our quirkiest American modernist, has recently enjoyed an overdue revival. Perhaps in our precipitous…

    Issue #66 January 2017
  • Near the Sea

    All manner of birds love this windbreak hedge
  • Bill Knott: I AM FLYING INTO MYSELF

    I AM FLYING INTO MYSELF: BILL KNOTT’S SELECTED POEMS   I met Bill Knott in late 1968, or in early…

    Issue #66 January 2017
  • Sprang

    Before tracking pods of killer whales in and out
  • Carl’s Barbershop

    The peppermint stripes spinning