By Richard Solomon
Poetry
thermodynamics (“the intrusion of Gaia”)
By marion eames white
Instruction of Amenemope
By Julia Soule
Cold Mornings
On days like today, I stand like a kid,arms spread wide looking up into the snowcoming down onto me and think about howyou used to say that you didn’t mindthe cold so much. You were a northern man.So am I, I guess. You liked how sleet bit, snapping like champagne bubbles when it hityour face. You liked driving in freezing rain.When […]
What I Mean by Thank You
What I mean is that you gave me how to lookat the forest. What I mean is that we couldwalk a trail silent, and on a night like this you’dsay “shut up,” and I’d listen to lightning cookthe ozone above. What I mean is you taughtme love, almost. You taught me to trust,almost. You taught me what it meant to […]