Poems from the Spring 2020 issue.
In bedsheets, we are gravel thrown from the wheels of a pickup; we are making a mess of our bodies, so our lives will be less so.
A Conversation with Nickole Brown
“And now? I’m still doing what I’ve always done—the only thing I know how to do—to use poetry to find words for those who have little voice of their own, to try to articulate stories without a ready language.”