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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Peter Schireson: Hinge

We hold her X-ray
up to the light—

September 19, 2019 · Leave a comment

Adrie Kusserow: A Brief Respite after Chemo

A BRIEF RESPITE FROM THE USUAL PERCEPTUAL DIVIDES: AFTER CHEMO I SKI THROUGH THE VERMONT WOODS IN ANOTHER CLIMATE CHANGE STORM

April 14, 2019 · 16 Comments

Carolyn Gregory: Under Wire

Dear little breast, you were badgered and harassed by needles and nuclear medicine, almost ready to fall off in shame   when you only carried yourself with dignity in the … Continue reading

September 6, 2018 · Leave a comment

Molly Fisk: Cancer, again

this time a slow- growing rarity tracing delicate tendrils through kidney and liver, the lung’s sturdy wall, artery somewhere I can’t remember, though twice I’ve been told. How the mind … Continue reading

July 18, 2018 · 1 Comment

Rachel Blum: The Night of her Diagnosis

The night of her diagnosis I dreamed her white spiral like a small galaxy that rose away from the hospital gurney and turned back only once. With a face like … Continue reading

October 11, 2017 · 2 Comments

John Samuel Tieman: Haibun

he pencils me in the doctor hints of cancer but we’ll talk next week What should I do as the end of summer approaches? Earlier today, when I went to … Continue reading

September 15, 2015 · Leave a comment

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