Winter is coming. Death is everywhere around us. Leaves have finally begun to turn & slip to the ground, transitioning the world we know right now into something different. It is irrelevant whether we collectively enjoy this change or not; change is the primary way nature has allowed us to progress & evolve. Transitions call for us to better ourselves—body, mind, & soul. Poetry is the perfect antidote for change, as it allows us to reflect on these changes, how we can mold ourselves into better versions.
This issue, we are featuring Gregory, Liz, & Joseph. They will help guide us through this transition & into the next adventure.
Joanna C. Valente
In this issue:
"Here’s what it means to hit and be hit and be a hit."
"You told me I would bloom like leaves and grapes / and now I spend my hours drinking them fermented"
"Sometimes / a voice returns and / sounds across the ocean of night, / as if the reverberated / voice loves the future of voices."
Lay down on the grass & listen to the sounds around you (cicadas, cars, people, wind). Internalize these sounds as you close your eyes. Don’t write anything until you leave this area & go home.
Once you are home, write only what you remember. Trust your body to write the poem. Let it come out of you, not from the outside.
Write a poem in the form of a grocery list.