Laci Mosier: There’s a Fungus Among Us
“There’s always that impulse to go back and rearrange the decay into something more beautiful than it was . . .” —Laci Mosier
“There’s always that impulse to go back and rearrange the decay into something more beautiful than it was . . .” —Laci Mosier
Poets explore the intersection of word and image.
is sentience
the wonder of sonar
An excerpt from Jed Munson’s new collection of essays.
I slip behind a large oak. The cows regain their drowsiness.
“Poetry can be a means of facilitating one’s experience of the continuity that is ‘underneath’ the artificially-imposed partitionings.”
We make the soul composite when throwing shapes
with hearts and hands, as if hearts could understand.
When you escaped, I cackled like I was
the one who fled
“What I have discovered in my adult life, in my driving and commuting life, is that I love birds of prey.” —M. Soledad Caballero
A series of poems by BIPOC poets that engage with birds, curated by Sean Hill.