Driving through Idaho A good lottery knows a thing or two about your chances. Reservations. A skiff of snow just this side of Bliss. Approaching Fairfield on the after- noon-sunward side of Massacre Rocks. What better bluffs. That sultry Snake. Top 40 love songs blah blah, and politics aside, nothing beats giant windmills. . . […]
Just Gravy “Well that’s it. Everything else is gravy.” —Jericho Brown And God said, “Let there be gravy.” And it was just gravy. As good as gravy. Gravy was the whole telos of wisdom made flesh—God’s creatures, with or without their wings. And God said grace. And so we survive, some of us, for a […]
Susan Hutton‘s first book On the Vanishing of Large Creatures won Ploughshares’ John C. Zacharis First Book Award. Her recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in North American Review, FIELD, Witness, and other magazines. She lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Other Wonders In museums, I’d admired triptychs of Mary and her child but found nothing familiar until I had children of my own. Then I saw the shape her arm made holding the baby. Erickson treated a woman for years without progress until, watching his daughter reach for her glass, he saw how her arm […]
VALENTINE POPA by Leeore Schnairsohn ________Under each formula lies a corpse. ________—Emil Cioran Stevie and Valentine were playing the terrifying F-minor cello sonata of George Enescu, the Romanian genius, at a house party in Brooklyn. The room where they played was paneled with wood and looked like a ship’s cabin. Each time Stevie […]
Love Poem Written In A Dream She said, “I’ll be Jane Kenyon, you be Donald Hall.” We held each other terribly, terribly close.