Here’s what my New Year’s Eve looked like: I drew a hot bath, immersed myself in total relaxation, thought about tea, thought I had left the kettle on in the kitchen, and got back out of the bathtub. Went downstairs. The kettle wasn’t on. Went...
I’m 68. I lived for decades with a poet’s soul, hoarding scraps of paper in drawers. I earned a living doing traditional communications work – editing and producing brochures, press releases, and annual reports; proofreading publications;...
A List of Where I Make Lists on a whiteboard in my kitchen in my green bird journal in my NEO-MFA journal from AWP on a pad of paper from that Paris hotel two years ago on the backs of envelopes on the invoice from the wine shop on my left inner wrist in the Notes app...
After urgency by Rusty Morrison How to draw the constantly shifting selves together around an object of scrutiny and let this simply be the way that it’s raining again outside, so lightly, hardly more than fog, so that I leave behind my umbrella, open the...
Editor’s note: Winner of Minerva Rising’s inaugural chapbook contest, Two White Beds by Laura Cherry is a collection of poetry that dares. It tells the story of two young Victorian women, Sam and Millie, who fall in love and must then decide how their stories...
