surround
the holiness is in fingertips
the holiness is in fingertips
the grass was tired, so we drove instead.
the way my chest requested a warrant for paz
Suppose we were to go to the middle
After the beginning but before the night
“In bringing the reader to a generative and speculative space, Not a Force of Nature explores the potential of “the working class poem,” and what might come after, in a collection deeply rooted in resistance.”
Poetry collections to wander, want, and whirl this winter: The Hungering Years by Summer Farah (Host, Feb.) has an electric pulse both steady and sudden, dense like the tightness of …
“I wonder what our bodies do with time, and I see this collection as a living archive exploring that question, both asking and responding to it.”—Aaron Coleman
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