“A few snowflakes fall between the tree and the hollow ground. Those yew trees are grown over the fence now…”
A poem against borders, by Julia Rose Lewis.
“She knows the time/ from the way the roses bend,/ from how far or near the sky is…”
Poem of the Week (January 11), by Dunya Mikhail. Translated from Arabic by the poet.
“‘Home’ is a really abstract concept. I like to move, so I consider wherever I am a ‘little home’ in some sense.” Noah Klein interviews Daniela Stubbs.