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Issue 82
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Devi / Ali
- Colin Bailes
- Emily Banks
- Parcerisas / Cassells
- Laura Dixon
- Odio / Ekiss
- Isaac Ginsberg Miller
- Donnelly / Miller
- Mitchell Glazier
- Jessica Goodfellow
- Grotz / Sommer Translations
- Todd Kaneko
- Keineg / Marris
- Elizabeth Onusko
- Colin Pope
- Karen Poppy
- Candiani / Portnowitz
- Elizabeth Ai Powell
- Mike Puican
- Anthony Tao
- Angela Narciso Torres
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BOOK REVIEW
- David Rigsbee reviews Swift: New & Selected Poems
by David Baker
- David Rigsbee reviews Swift: New & Selected Poems
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ESSAY
Issue > Poetry
Winter Descending
We wake to winter's impasto of snow,
thick brumal brushstrokes on roads and fields.
Ice scumbles the brambles, the branches,
the fences, with all the verb tenses
suspended
between the gray sameness of sky and not-
sky: a grisaille aglaze in shadow and rime.
If the crisscrossing branches of frozen matchsticks,
the frieze beneath the low ceiling of clouds, was
upended
it might be a baseboard of verglas and vertigo,
and what we'd thought was the opaline sky
might be snowy ground, this picture of winter
hung upside down and, blizzard-dizzy, no one
suspected.