I cut myself out of a colossal leaf. I dipped my head in the vein of a calf. Feathers poked out of my belly, like the hands that lead me to the cloud-dynasty. Vaudeville laughed at my slouch-posture but I snapped the raft it sat on & it sank into the moat. But ice cubes melt in my pocket. They melt. So how cruel could I be?
Some new reviews up at The Chapbook Review.
If you have a manuscript sittin' around, crying:
Four Way Books Reading Period
Poetry & Short Fiction
Submissions in June
for complete guidelines
recent editorial selections include:
Catherine Bowman, Joel Brouwer,
Forrest Hamer, Tom Healy, Sarah Manguso,
Paul Otremba, Eileen Pollack, Kevin Prufer,
Megan Staffel, C. Dale Young, & Monica You