
Working through Ted Hughes’ “February 17th”
A lamb could not get born. Ice wind Out of a downpour dishclout sunrise. The mother Lay on the mudded …
A lamb could not get born. Ice wind Out of a downpour dishclout sunrise. The mother Lay on the mudded …
Oliver Bendorf’s definitely short, possibly bitter, possibly flip lyric formula poem “Title,” up recently at Blackbird, is ostensibly an oddity among …
The Horses I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark. Evil air, a frost-making stillness, Not a leaf, not a …