At Morgiou
By Poetry Issue 127
Mortals are not designed to bask in joy,
though life be only borne by dreams of it.
Set Theory
By Poetry Issue 127
An atom
is a fantastic
abacus,
Start to Finish
By Poetry Issue 127
In my dream, W.H. Auden and his husband
are talking about how much they enjoy playing house
in the ersatz suburb where I grew up.
Else
By Poetry Issue 127
Rewilding the Kitchen: A Conversation with Rachel Yoder
By Interview Issue 127
So when I say that being a woman has always been a problem for me within my Mennonite family, what I am also saying is that my body has always been a problem, because I want to own and control it fully, and that does not make for a good Mennonite woman.
Read MoreEaster Week in Valencia
By Poetry Issue 127
Holy Tuesday, a bag of dried figs
left with our stroller
The Master
By Essay Issue 127
How deeply Brother terrified me, I realized as I walked back home.
Read MoreA Path in the Dark
By Visual Art Issue 127
We seemed to live on the edge of oblivion.
Read MorePossible History of Used Condom at Bible College
By Poetry Issue 127
Two Seders
By Poetry Issue 127
But somehow I caught on, a matzoh crumb of hope,
a teaspoon of charoset sweet-and-spicy on my tongue.


