Letter from the Managing Editor The reasons we are drawn to the act of creation are as diverse as the mediums we work in, the things we create. But however differently we make art, in a world that frequently asks us to be passive consumers, our drive to create is a radical act of agency.
Summertime in the Pacific Northwest is such a relief. Finally, the sun. While the call of the outdoors is strong, we hope the poems in our Summer 2015 issue will help you pause for a moment at your door. The poems included in this issue grapple with the big themes of loss and renewal found
by Stephanie Glazier It is my poem against the starving heart. / It is my victory over meanness. — Gerald Stern After Gd heaved the stars into the sky came my mother. Only then could she have made the amalgam of her smell: Boucheron. Dahlia root. Wine. What I can translate here to: amber. After the
by Darla Mottram Someone signs a piece of paper: the past becomes a stranger. They have tucked it away, marked it forbidden. They have baked a cake and lit a single candle. There is a banner and helium balloons. Pictures are taken: smiles all around, on every face, though some of them dangle askew like crescent
by Darla Mottram It’s ok to be a waterfall. It’s ok to be a third, rickety wheel. When the car pulls up, it’s ok to sink into the pile of dirty laundry in the closet. It’s ok to talk about dinosaurs as if you were there. It’s ok to name your pillow Mother or Sister. When