A poem by Daniel Wolff.
A poem by Jan Worth-Nelson
A poem by Margot Armbruster.
"The snow f e l l like a miffed god took bites of cumulus clouds—spat them down / from heaven, o n t o my Midwest."
A poem of erasure.
"Each time I come back home / something else has burned."
"The jukebox at Pizza King didn’t bump any songs past / 1978 but we fed it quarters anyway"
"I heard the dreams of a revisionist age, / the once upon a time / of a land strong in industry."
"When my son rides the Switch Back Gravity Rail over coal lines in Jim Thorpe, I hope to God the mountains are His and my boy might believe in his ancestor clans."
It’s February in Flint, Michigan and children will / make paper heart valentines."
"this is how i ground myself. / i follow the writing on the wall."
"This city isn’t built on bullets / alone."