As drone strikes fell from skiesand executed childrenMary Oliver did not abandonroses busy being roses.—from “Marguerite”, Volume 62, Issue 2 (Summer 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.I first began writing in response to the beauty of girls. Maybe sixth grade. “Thou shalt acknowledge the wonder,” says D.H. . . .
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Do you hunger too? Rivers barging inlandfade shorelineswith the weight they havecarried.—from “Gill” by Suphil Park, Volume 62, Issue 1 (Spring 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.A series of singsongy part-quartets about an abandoned bicycle that I jotted down in a music composition notebook that could have . . .
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My therapist asks me why I think I always return to lack,and it may or may not be related, but it’s been on my mind,so I finally tell him I might have been assaulted by my doctor.—from “Poem with Starbucks and Kissing and Trees”, Volume 62, Issue 2 (Summer 2021) Tell us . . .
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At first the men thought it was a store of foggy white cum.I can forgive this mistake-desire can interrupt logic.—from “Spermaceti”, Vol. 62, Issue 2 (Summer 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.In fifth grade I wrote what I now call a feminist version of Pete’s Dragon in . . .
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Slowest-footed day of the week,wrong noted & creaking onthe credenza while the other influencers gossip in the kitchen’slinoleum.—from “Tuesday Feeling”, Vol. 62, Issue 2 (Summer 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The first time I wrote a poem was in March 1994. I remember it so vividly because . . .
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you are falling for someone in hell. which may mean that you aretrying to love in america in there is no guarantee. there is never a guarantee& yet here is your foot, willfully arched over the edge.—from “you are falling for someone in hell.” Volume 62, Issue 2 (Summer 2021) Tell us . . .
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God sees meas a birdsees an airplane moving at a greatdistance.—from “God Sees Me”, Volume 62, Issue 2 (Summer 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.When I was in tenth grade I had an English teacher who asked the class on a regular basis to write short stories . . .
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The biggest snakeis an albino so huge his scales, when they lift from his bodyas he curves around a rock or rodent, look like big, dry, flakes of oatmeal.—from “The Rattlesnakes They Keep in the Life Sciences Building Remind Me of My Dog” Tell us about one of the first pieces you . . .
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I realize my daughter just turned seven and doesn’t knowI was seven when my mother crept into my carpeted roomwhile I played a video game to say my father, who had beenfar away taking fluids from tubes in a California hospital,has died.—from “Scrubbing the Skillet”, Volume 62, Issue 2 (Spring 2021) Tell . . .
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Cigarette smoke woveinto my curls, right through 100%madras from India, breathed blue-tinged, dizzy bluethrough every alveolus,as my mother lurched the cardown Wisonsin Ave., jamming gasand brake pedals, tilting——from “Osmosis,” Volume 62, Issue 2 (Summer 2021) We asked Rebecca Kaiser Gibson the same 10 Questions we ask our other contributors. She responded with . . .
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