Issue 26 | Fall 2020 Anatomy of Morning By John Sibley Williams | Poetry And a cloud in the shape of a sister. This womb emptied of promise. That brief waking moment love has no synonym.
Issue 22 | Summer 2019 Annuals By John Sibley Williams | Poetry Gossamer horizon. The trees are less dense with their colors / than last year. Still, what might be called splendor. // Or slippage. Through slight gaps in our fingers, we watch / a gathering sky...