Ode to Earth

By Aysha Robinson Your spine stretches for ten thousand miles and your breath destroys the cities of men Your head scrapes the clouds and you heart spews fire, while your veins pulse and give life to every living thing There is no name for you. You are too big and unfathomable to be named. Yet … Continue reading

On Wrinkles

By Nell Smith They are the first sign, a slip of the tongue in speech, at the beginning of a story. They are at the close, echoed in the imprints on sheets, after life has slipped on. Do you remember the ripples in the water when the wind touches it, or in the sand dunes, … Continue reading

Lunar Eclipse

Nell Smith Somewhere in Oklahoma, pulled off of the highway on exit 88, we stood in the gravel of scrubby darkness. Heads full of ideas and inquisition hurrying through the night on our way East from the West. Near to nothing the grasses swayed unseen and we stopped to shiver where cities couldn’t steal the … Continue reading

Three Moths

Nell Smith During summer I spent many hours high between the rafters and stacked bales hiding away chewing pieces of hay and staring at the thick, brown barn spiders suspended like dark stars in the constellations of their webs. A moth twisted in turmoil as they strolled across their night ropes weaving their own kind … Continue reading


By Daniel Roca Just blackness if blackness can be a memory Ivory pupils Dropped jaw below the steering wheel The weight of bones uncurling across pavement Fracking atoms in a vacuum the way nails rattle in a tube


By Daniel Roca Long ropes of water hung off my face and rivulets slithered down my sternum and down my sucked ribs and down across my torso and along my thighs and spilled out through the gap between my toes toward the abyssal drain I shut my eyes and leaned — forehead to the tile … Continue reading

“Keeping Even”: a night of poetry

Angela Marcinik On March 21 at Prescott College, Sheila Sanderson read from her new book of poems, “Keeping Even.” At the top of a long flight of stairs, in the spacious high-ceilinged room that once was part of a monastery, Sanderson, long-time faculty member in the Arts & Letters Program at the college, prepared for … Continue reading