Genre: Poetry

Through Turbulence

Issue 7 | Winter 2021 |

    The snow goose flies on, steadies us, is stubborn and strong. Her wings slowly sweep beneath the plane’s wings, the quiver I feel is a heart beating, and when we break the clouds and Minneapolis grows beneath us in the dark, the goose slows and we slip from her back and float down, …

Spring

Issue 7 | Winter 2021 |

    I’m the silverhaired girl who plays jump rope in the carnival. No. In the forest full of doves and errant hands. My shoelace isn’t errant. It unwinds its own alphabet. The earth is my magnet. I’m the silverhaired girl who skips rope in the carnival in the forest where the circle is not …

Givens

Issue 7 | Winter 2021 |

    The pair of house finches arrives again singing, topping the spruce which nudges into the swathes of a faded spring sky. Spring breaks—a given, heavy thing, like the leaden blue of the ocean. These colors, this wind, this song— these singular purposes— none of it keeps. Nor do the stars ever stretch beyond …

Nowruz in Exile

Issue 7 | Winter 2021 |

    I sit at Haft-Seen wait for the long distance to take me home Every voice is a shower of rain off the screen I fight with myths too grounded to give up too lonely to recognize the mirror

Self-Portrait as Forgetting

Issue 7 | Winter 2021 |

    In the sketchbook marriage apologies never come to diminish the catalog of bone. Instead our chipped teacups are steeped to coal. Topaz ghosts won’t stay behind in their gauzed rooms. I go where I can press my feet to the grainy sand where a light mist bracelets mistakes and shimmies the boundless water …

Like Ones We Took

Issue 7 | Winter 2021 |

    A walk around the pond felt right at the outset. Five kinds of dragonflies alit, hovering, coupling, all challenging subjects for a photograph except a blue one, struggling, ensnared by a filament of silk. I almost turned to say something, checked myself, then freed him from the web. He flew before I could …