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Nights that Dreamed Her Open
There was a morning when she opened herself to horses— it was a sort of release, the wind and soft petals under her toes. She waited out in the field, their bodies lingering off on the horizon. They...
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No Skin Included.
Break open the branch. Inside– there is lime and tree foam. Like marrow. The white liquid that illuminates the skin, full of leaves and freshly-plucked strawberries. Like dawn, opening: he captures...
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The River Turns White
with skyline and sun. The dark shapes on the water are like turtle shells, inverted and empty, then sinking as the sun moves higher. Fish rising and falling with sea and storm. Share
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“The Snapping Open of a Valve / A Bird’s Egg”: Reading Kerrin McCadden’s...
No matter how long I’ve been reading and writing professionally, it still amazes me how much a little time away can contribute to my appreciation of a larger work. During my first year as the Layout...
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We Could Do Better, You and I: Ecology, Design and Poetry: Reading Betsy...
Click here to view my interview with Betsy Andrews. When I first began reading Betsy Andrews’ book-length poem, The Bottom, I was reminded of an incident that occurred nearly two years ago now. In...
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The Bottom: An Interview with Betsy Andrews
Click here to view my review of The Bottom. Betsy Andrews’ book-length poem, The Bottom, was published by 42 Miles Press in 2014 and received the 2013 42 Miles Poetry Prize. Sections of this poem...
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