Rebecca Aronson
Dear Gravity [Shall I Call You Shiva?]

Rebecca Aronson - Dear Gravity [Shall I Call You Shiva?]

Poetry
Rebecca Aronson is the author of Ghost Child of the Atalanta Bloom, winner of the 2016 Orison Books Poetry Prize and finalist for the 2017 New Mexico/Arizona Book Awards, and Creature, Creature,… Read more »
Dannye Romine Powell
Early Autumn

Dannye Romine Powell - Early Autumn

Poetry
Dannye Romine Powell’s fourth collection (2015) is Nobody Calls Me Darling Anymore from Press 53. Her poems have appeared over the years in Prairie Schooner, Poetry, Ploughshares, Gettysburg Review,… Read more »
Nancy Chen Long
Eight Ways of Looking at a Man-Kite

Nancy Chen Long - Eight Ways of Looking at a Man-Kite

Poetry
Nancy Chen Long is the author of Light into Bodies (University of Tampa Press, 2017), winner of the Tampa Review Poetry Prize. She is the recipient of a National Endowment of the Arts Creative Writing… Read more »
Carolyn Oliver
Horse Latitudes

Carolyn Oliver - Horse Latitudes

Poetry
Carolyn Oliver’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in FIELD, Indiana Review, The Shallow Ends, The Greensboro Review, Booth, Glass, Lunch Ticket, and elsewhere. She won the 2018 Writer’s Block… Read more »
Julie Marie Wade
Portrait of Regret as a Door-to-Door Salesman

Julie Marie Wade - Portrait of Regret as a Door-to-Door Salesman

Poetry
Julie Marie Wade is the author of ten collections of poetry and prose, including Wishbone: A Memoir in Fractures, Small Fires, Postage Due, When I Was Straight, Catechism: A Love Story, SIX, Same-Sexy… Read more »
Emily Paige Wilson
What I’ll Tell My Great-Great-Granddaughters

Emily Paige Wilson - What I’ll Tell My Great-Great-Granddaughters

Poetry
Emily Paige Wilson’s debut chapbook I’ll Build Us a Home was published by Finishing Line Press (2018). She has received nominations for Best New Poets, Best of the Net, and the Pushcart Prize. Her… Read more »

Early Autumn

Dannye Romine Powell

Fall light played
the room this morning
as if it meant to settle,
its soft roaming smoothing
all the frays. You
might not have noticed,
over there in your chair,
your face deep
in yesterday’s news,
but as you read, I watched you
grow younger, plumper, restored
in the beneficent glow.

I lay in bed and waited for you
to look up, hoping
you would see me
as I saw you.
But you read on
and on and too soon,
my love, the old room brightened
and we became again
exactly who we are. Read more »