Poems
“The Bath”
“The spider, like some cave-dweller, so transparent / she could be a lens.”
By Marianne Boruch
“Radishes”
“Did something in your cultivation change, / or does sensation wane with age?”
By Ange Mlinko
“Crossing Byways”
“Did I hear someone say / ‘Lord, have mercy on me’ / among shadows of green?”
By Yusef Komunyakaa
“Laundry”
“Who can watch a child and not feel fear / like static in the background or a tinnitus you try to ignore.”
By Ellen Bass