Poetry

Blizzard: Brooklyn View

by Margot Farrington

A man shovels in a parking lot

for a car supposedly there

by Alastair Reed

I knew it as Eden, that lost walled garden

by Laura Mullen

with this map (or what is) Encounter forward back (what is wrong with me) “As part of my material” (I was a zoom, a framing

by David Rigsbee

Cloud and earth converge like banners of geese, both undulant, assimilable each to the other.

by Larry Trap

The cab dropped me in the driveway, and I tossed my gear into the snow. The ride from the airport had been quiet,