Poet Pick – Annette Sisson

What Rope Is ForIf she lived in this world,no longer would she murmurabout her appetite for Wyoming—rocks, feathers, an open hand,a conjuring. Her desireis flamingo, a train ticketto Aberdeen, the shiny midnightof Hollywood starlight on paper.And Wyoming. What she has is a campaign button, leftover bread crusts, a length of rope knotted in place, its […]

Poet Pick – Amy Forstadt

The Pool in Palm Springs It’s a hundred and ten and I’m driftingthrough the last hour of the long weekend at our favorite hotel, floatingin the sparkling blue half-submerged and dozing. Behindthe low hum of the air conditionervoices rise and fall, sounds without language. Music plays distant and foreign. Footsteps come closer then fade. The […]