poetry

  The exegesis of all outside, on the porch Us three in faith agreed life would end in fire, For we began in water—piecing together pieces Of the book we…

    displayed in a grid of squares she is saturated, oblique, a shape bearing no relationship to the smell of a ham sandwich or the night her uncles beat…

We do a lot of work behind the scenes, but the writers create the work so they deserve the most credit and profit for it. They are the reason we even have a project to work on in the first place.

  IS TONAL   jump over is Dutch for here is English over there sentences line the water hold them don’t let go clamber onto the rocks over here the…

  I. I wanted to find it. I memorized the route to grandfather’s house. On the street, I loosed my six-year-old self. I watched her gather her childhood like a…

  Cumulus: You can’t see the sun — its watery glow tumbles from bellies of clouds and pools on a slice of blacktop. You’re there with your friends, peeling pieces…

I felt that artists who were out there working the community, trying to create change often did not have time to do the “business” of writing. I hoped that there would be a way to help those artist by “gifting” them published books as that would only help them further in the community service goals.

Love Song for My Lemon Hare   Green trees, sap green—streaming the interstate and hemming the fields, ladled as if from Constable’s brush, from Manchester to Nantwich, muted, yet golden,…

  Also she appeared to be floating, breathing a kind of game or to make sense of the gravy- pond plates, the castaway serviettes dolphin-finned or carpet coral, barnacles, moats?…

The small presses are absolutely essential in getting work into print that the big publishers won’t touch. It’s where you find the most originality and risk-taking, both essential to great writing.

  Trumpet vine takes root   among incipient tomato                         deepunder and around all obstacles it presses               on through packed crowded nesses—I just     I imagine a dry clicking—it must be…

  The moon is far away, but still it sways the tides   Never look at the black sun, my grandmother tells my mother. My mother is a child, and…

A new series, The Waters, is looking for written submissions as part of our ongoing Calls For Submissions: I’m interested in water. The waviness of it. The ocean. Bodies of water.…

Jihyun Yun is a Korean-American poet from California. A Fulbright Research Fellow, she has received degrees from UC Davis and New York University. A winner of the Prairie Schooner Book…