Robert Evory
Cartel Sadness

Robert Evory - Cartel Sadness

Poetry
Robert Evory is a poet and musician from Detroit, Michigan. With an MFA from Syracuse University he currently teaches creative writing as a Doctoral Assistant at Western Michigan University where he… Read more »
Jen DeGregorio
Intruder

Jen DeGregorio - Intruder

Poetry
Jen DeGregorio's poetry and prose has appeared in Able Muse, The Collagist, PANK, The Rumpus, Salon.com and other publications. She teaches writing in New York and New Jersey and runs the Cross Review… Read more »
Caitlin Scarano
Moon Among Mammals

Caitlin Scarano - Moon Among Mammals

Poetry
Caitlin Scarano is a poet in the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee PhD creative writing program. She was a finalist for the 2014 Best of the Net Anthology and the winner of the 2015 Indiana Review… Read more »
Jehanne Dubrow
Nocturne with Orders to Yokosuka

Jehanne Dubrow - Nocturne with Orders to Yokosuka

Poetry
Jehanne Dubrow is the author of five poetry collections, including most recently The Arranged Marriage (U of New Mexico P, 2015), Red Army Red (Northwestern UP, 2012), and Stateside (Northwestern UP,… Read more »
John Walser
Nothing Howls

John Walser - Nothing Howls

Poetry
John Walser, an associate professor of English at Marian University in Wisconsin and a founding member of the Foot of the Lake Poetry Collective, holds a doctorate in English and Creative Writing from… Read more »
Amie Whittemore
Spell for the End of Grief

Amie Whittemore - Spell for the End of Grief

Poetry
Amie Whittemore earned her MFA from Southern Illinois University Carbondale and her poems have appeared in North American Review, Smartish Pace, Gettysburg Review, Cimarron Review, The Hollins Critic,… Read more »
Gary Hawkins
The Surveyor

Gary Hawkins - The Surveyor

Poetry
Gary Hawkins is a poet, teacher, and scholar who grew up in the suburbs of the West. His debut collection of poetry, Worker, is forthcoming from Main Street Rag in 2016. His poetry, pedagogy, and… Read more »

Spell for the End of Grief

Amie Whittemore

No incantations, no rosemary and statice,
no keening women in grim dresses.
No cauldrons, no candles, no hickory wands.
No honey and chocolate, no sticky buns.
No peonies and carnations, no handkerchiefs.
No dark and lusty liaisons.

Only you and me to see it out.
Sweet self, let me wash your toes,
brush your hair, let me rock you gently.
Together we’ll change the sheets
and I’ll pull you to me, little spoon.
You be the marrow, I’ll be the bone.
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