Zoë Ryder White lives in Brooklyn with her husband and daughter. Her poems have appeared in Threepenny Review, Subtropics, and Crab Creek Review.
In the garden today while the kids watched turtles R. said that the brood of cicadas that’s been sleeping underground drinking root juice for seventeen years will come out soon. Instead of sleeping I am thinking this: the year they were eggs I lived in three places. 1) Southern Ohio, at the edge of a […]
I didn’t see mountains until I was eighteen
and then I thought, oh good. That’s what
it looks like: the shattered edge