On Saturday two men came to slaughter the palm, whose exuberant pinnate leaves I had made a habit of watching each morning from my post inside the bedroom, head cocked on the pillow. My Observation of the palm’s swaying became a course in breathing, a crown of exemplary lungs to follow, learning . . .
Marissa Davis‘ poetry collection End of Empire arrived back in July 2025 from Penguin. Both her translation work and her own poetry have appeared in MR‘s pages, in MR 62.2 and 65.3, respectively. Cynthia White‘s collection, Glossogenesis, is out from Sundress Publications and their e-chap series. White’s poem “Footpad” came out in . . .
I was sorry to bother her. I was always sorry to lift my hand, make the fist, knock, knock. Always at the dinner hour, that’s when you caught them at home. But isn’t it odd—I never interrupted anyone’s dinner, not in all my years of knock, knock. People would come to the . . .
