Vol. 8 No. 2

Fall 2025

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Editor's Note
Soup
Everything is Burning
Spring in the Valley
This Place is Called The Body of Christ
the shape of things
The Transient Blessings of Nature I
Between This Scar and That Task
Creature of Habit
The Metaphorical Dog
Another Swim
Blue Hour
Compassionate Witness
Byd
In the Beginning
When the Swans Were Still With Us
The Transient Blessings of Nature IV
Keepsake
Suddenly, California
I Get Credit for Teaching You How to Bend Toward the Light
Red
Faustus in the Everglades
Colostrum
Olan Mills ’57
Golden Shovel with lines from Wislawa Szymborska’s "Landscape" trans. Clare Cavenagh
The Librarian
The Transient Blessings of Nature V
Poem That’s Really Just an Excuse to Tell You the Symptoms of Ovarian Cancer
Fall Sunset
Startipping
Incubations
Her Yellow Poncho
Everyone Signed my Godmother’s Card But Few Understood her Pain
Genocide’s Face
/
Break Maiden
The Yellow Voyager
"The challenge is to always find the ultimate in the ordinary horseshit..." James Tate
Crinoline
A Photo Series
Morning Ritual
refreshing
commune with the dead via voicemail
My Burden
On Asking God to Make You Something Else
Say Uncle
There’s No Such Thing as Fairies
Kindred Spirit Ablaze
In the Hot Spring Locker Room
Picasso, It’s Time to Sit Down & Talk Seriously
In another life
Dear Pinecone
The End of The Marriage
Party Time
Self-Portrait As Bearded Vulture Chick
Flamingo, Florida
UNTITLED oil on canvas 100 cm x 70 cm
rattlesnake/creek
untitled
elegy for a thirteen-hour road trip
Love Poem
October Prairie Metropolitan Blues
Brief Instructions for Unlearning
This Poem is a Message in a Bottle
Daydream
Catkin Moths
B-BOYS oil and cement on cd
Bees
Performance
Improv
Pot roast
Sky Omens
[when my daughter feels good about herself]
This Poem
Before the Arsonist
Between Kingdoms
I Remind Myself
Brief Rhapsody on Leisure
MI
Grace
The asphalt

Another Swim

When we swam today
there was darkness growing
and thunder in the distance
Shivering we descended
the steps to the shore
We’ll be out of the wind
once we’re in the water
Da said with a smile
As always he was first
He waded in   then turned
and let himself without hesitation
sink backward into the bay
How is it   is it cold    I called
hip-deep now  bracing myself
before I too pushed
through the transition    a thrill
into ease
Not far I said  still thinking
of storm   Not today   the colors
of the surface were forest-
green with gray-blue flashes
and when I turned my gaze
away from shore   the bay stretched out
all silver with bits of light   We were
enjoying ourselves  swimming and speaking
of swimming   You have to relax to
swim   Da said   You have to let
the water take you   and we
rolled about in the energy
of the waves   staying in the cove
coming up once against rocks hidden
under the tide and
surprising us    how we’d drifted
inward
Then a few raindrops came
then more   Hurry hurry it’s time
to get out  I said—   but why
we were already wet  and the thunder
had dissolved
in the distance   and the raindrops were
bouncing up from the surface
splashing and shining

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