In this significant departure from the beaten path by our editorial board, we chose to dispense with the “theme statement”
Vol. 34 No. 1
Social feeds serve bodies, bludgeoned and lynched.
A girl could fall 40 years through time
to chase transgression, tussle demons in a private show
to escape—one last time—that worn-out chest
These days, I stand to gather the bones
blows between earth and sky
A stilled world, living in frames?
clenched muscles relax without warning
Dubois’ visual work has interesting parallels to her writing
She grabbed my arm and led me through the gathering of people from the slums.
indeed, her keen sense of mortality heightens an anxiety-edged but ecstatic awareness that this is it
It is a celebration of the oral and spiritual traditions of the first poets of what today is known as the United States of America
on the lake shuts tight
Bring me flowers and bees.