Welcome to spring! The poems in our eleventh issue are much concerned with house and home. They aren’t necessarily the same thing. A house seen from the road in one poem is taken back by trees; it might be just the first of many. In another, domestic disorder could be a source for witchery. Home can be a place to come back to, but be careful: there might be ghosts in the woodwork. Home can be a pine tree, longing for the robin it fell in love with.
Elsewhere, we can offer you maps of the heart, shapeshifting lovers, a quilt stitched of bark. You can drink from an enchanted well or a nautilus cup. Pull up a chair. Read. Make yourself at home.
Mattie Joiner and Shira Lipkin, Editrices