Poems

“I read the line over and over / as if I might discern / the little fires set / the flames of an idea licking the page”

“Illumination,” Natasha Trethewey

Warp & Weft: Surrender Betsy, Ms. Ross

Warp & Weft: Surrender Betsy, Ms. Ross

Warp & Weft: Surrender Betsy, Ms. Ross Deep winter. Quiet at its lowest frequency. You are founding a religion with your rage. Rage threads the needle, rage snaps the thread, rage unspools your patriotic intentions. You are knitting beneath bald trees with their...
“Canon,” “Rent,” & “Sol Revenge”

“Canon,” “Rent,” & “Sol Revenge”

Canon In galleries and museums for the educated masses pieces of refinement are studiously put on display. Remnants of the ancient world, the middle world, the enlightened world, the postmodern world, shoved under spotlights and protective glass. Depictions of past...