- By Edward Clifford
"Crack in the mug the wine seeps into,
a pink vein. How close it all feels.
How close to the firehouse, how far
From home. You bring the pumps
And I'll bring the glitter, but no one's willing
To make the first sound..."
—from “Impermeable Material Suit," Summer 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 2)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
The oldest poems still in my possession go back to seventh grade and it appears, at the time, I saw fit to organize them in folders by theme: bitterness, family, friendship,...