Issue 24 | Winter 2020


when I learned dogs smell in stereo
I closed my eyes and imagined how
the contours of my kitchen might
be shaped by scent or how the form
of the compost pile would appear
in odor and I realized how helplessly
I rely on words to chart this world

Filed under: Poetry

Robbie Gamble’s work is coming out in The Atlanta Review, Cutthroat, Whale Road Review, and Rust + Moth. He was the winner of the 2017 Carve Poetry prize. He works as a nurse practitioner caring for homeless people in Boston.