New Poetry with Audio!
Donald Revell
Stephen Burt
Paul Hoover
Jonah Winter
Cathy Wagner
Reginald Shepherd
Nin Andrews
Sophia Kartsonis
Sandra Miller
Joshua Harmon
Devin Johnston
Chuck Zerby
Sara Henning
Ognjen Smiljanic
Lance Phillips
Peter Drake
Kathleen Byrne
Ernest Hilbert
Garth Greenwell
Marc McKee
Criticism
Brian Henry on Kinsella
Gabriel Welsch on Northrop
Gabriel Welsch on Smith
Cecily Iddings on Ruefle
Christopher McDermott on Wenderoth
Sandra Miller is currently completing a stint as
Iowa Arts Fellow at the Writer's Workshop there. She has pieces in recent or
forthcoming issues of Volt, Kalliope, Lit, Verse and Third Coast.
[hazard
the florida selves]
i. hazard the florida selves
very sun hair where
you pooled
faced so
that the eyes were touching
‘sunlight has weight’ a black disc
she has verylonghair whom some of you remember
the
charcoal waters remainder
of verylonghair
happy marriage of florida
orange palm or a disc driving
back from there
balancing my dearest friends to
del rey
13
loneliness a white moon jealous moon light up your home with
loverbird
we will double
white moon at
night sees the street tree
to move so fast the letter actually arrives
fearful
sun scan
‘he had now come up against it’
ii. lightning flower
in florida
the girl she had no thing sun had weight
mimetic tide orange disc
or a black
many girls
later the wedding palm what was given effects
one white
wall wild lantern for sieving blond forest of verylonghair
they had botanicals &
no thing else she jealoused
a white stone from the ground
iii. were you pooled as of the river up
little
arctic hem
sleight
deliberal
night
wounded
where they
harbrol
hotted
together
under ice
under isle
one whorled
one worried
an orbiter
broke
florida
the
sunshine stood a heavy hand
beside her
clear
to here
what left
the ring
why so like
stones
a dreamt a
knitted bird
from flora
trice
no deeper
silence is
sordid intimacy of eiderdown :traversed by waves.
long orchestrate woman
orchestral woman cutting
back
out of honey
no more field for bury
or of face
in the black field
of
circles & arrows
& circes
are we the fault for believing
on this
journey the water will be necessary
of the hand one waved meticulous motion
for waving & coming
how he withered to us
red morning cloth
over the faces
these body
parts contain water
in the lake
the sun will never look
again
weavers more often in winter
oranges more often
across the blue
lady bug
elytin chytin
field
seed eyes
morning throat
in the bed
which contains song
this song for
you
to prove i am
water
would you like to play
if you like
to look look her
here the
straw berries are a front
we descended from a long line of japes
inscrutable symphonic other beauties
the
desert must continue
must at the end of
cactus
continually vary her stone
if not red
then
berry black
field from the front
5 lines 5
fine lines
letter in flames at the end of flame
a palm a place
hair to keep from hitting from eyes
your letter was stairwell enough
a field
a burning
field
a
black & buried field
only a woman could
the scalded ask to be loved & to
be gone
