Brad Rose
A Girl Like You

Brad Rose - A Girl Like You

Poetry
Brad Rose was born and raised in southern California, and lives in Boston. His poetry and fiction have appeared at: Off the Coast, Third Wednesday, The Potomac, San Pedro River Review, Santa Fe… Read more »
Sally Rosen Kindred
At the Altar of My Fifth Year

Sally Rosen Kindred - At the Altar of My Fifth Year

Poetry
Sally Rosen Kindred’s first poetry collection is No Eden (Mayapple Press, 2011). Her chapbook, Darling Hands, Darling Tongue, is due out from Hyacinth Girl Press in 2013, and her next book, Book of… Read more »
Patrick Milian
Boy,

Patrick Milian - Boy,

Poetry
Patrick Milian lives in Seattle, Washington where he is pursuing an MFA in Poetry from the University of Washington. He is also associate editor of the Seattle Review. Read more »
Angie Macri
Carat, Cut, Color, Clarity

Angie Macri - Carat, Cut, Color, Clarity

Poetry
Angie Macri’s recent work appears in New Plains Review, Tar River Poetry, and 2River View, among other journals. An Arkansas Arts Council fellow, she lives in Hot Springs and teaches in Little Rock. Read more »
Helen Degen Cohen
Midnight in Paris

Helen Degen Cohen - Midnight in Paris

Poetry
Helen Degen Cohen is the recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Poetry, First Prize in British Stand Magazine’s International Short Story Competition, three Illinois Arts… Read more »
Kristin Camitta Zimet
New Year's Trip

Kristin Camitta Zimet - New Year's Trip

Poetry
Kristin Camitta Zimet is the Editor of The Sow's Ear Poetry Review and the author of the full length poetry collection Take in My Arms the Dark. Her poetry is in a multitude of anthologies and… Read more »
Reginald Harris
Self-Portrait as My Father’s Son

Reginald Harris - Self-Portrait as My Father’s Son

Poetry
Winner of the 2012 Cave Canem / Northwestern University Press Poetry Prize for Autogeography, Reginald Harris is Poetry in The Branches Coordinator and Information Technology Director for Poets House.… Read more »
Brandel France de Bravo
The Chemistry of Distance

Brandel France de Bravo - The Chemistry of Distance

Poetry
Brandel France de Bravo’s poetry collection, Provenance, won the Washington Writers’ Publishing House prize in 2008. She is co-author of Trees Make the Best Mobiles: Simple Ways to Raise your… Read more »
Joanna Pearson
The Moon Children

Joanna Pearson - The Moon Children

Poetry
Joanna Pearson's first book of poetry, Oldest Mortal Myth, was chosen by Marilyn Nelson for the 2012 Donald Justice Poetry Prize. She lives in Baltimore, where she works as a resident physician at… Read more »
Amanda Leigh Rogers
The Safest Sex Is Absence

Amanda Leigh Rogers - The Safest Sex Is Absence

Poetry
Amanda Leigh Rogers lives in Abington, Pennsylvania with her husband and three sons and teaches at Bryn Athyn College. She is interested in poetry as both spiritual practice and artistic endeavor. Her… Read more »
Jen Hirt
Too Many Questions About Strawberries

Jen Hirt - Too Many Questions About Strawberries

Poetry
Jen Hirt’s memoir, Under Glass: The Girl With a Thousand Christmas Trees, won the Drake University Emerging Writer Award for 2011. Her essay “Lores of Last Unicorns,” published in The Gettysburg… Read more »
Megan Grumbling
Vapors

Megan Grumbling - Vapors

Poetry
Megan Grumbling’s work has appeared in Poetry, The Iowa Review, Crazyhorse, The Southern Review, and other journals; and she has been awarded the Poetry Foundation’s Ruth Lilly Fellowship and the… Read more »
Linda Pastan
Weeping Cherry

Linda Pastan - Weeping Cherry

Poetry
Linda Pastan's latest book is Traveling Light. She received the Ruth Lilly Prize in 2003, and was twice a finalist for the National Book Award. From 1991 to 1995 she was Poet Laureate of Maryland. Read more »

Carat, Cut, Color, Clarity

Angie Macri

In a morning of one-hundred suns,
in the long song of a mockingbird,
I changed from spring to fall.
I followed the lullaby: if not
a song, then a ring; if no shine,
then little baby, not a word.
I started in a diamond mine.
I gave the blood no mind
until I saw the oaks cleave
light between their lobes,
a ring no substitute for song,
and he never once sang to me.
Mama, no one can tell me hush.
Papa, I broke the looking glass. Read more »