Issue 163

Winter & Spring 2023

Image from Ironing Pillowcases

Poetry Claire Wahmanholm Poetry Claire Wahmanholm

You Will Miss Most Things

How much more will I sow and never eat?

goes the idiot’s question. Which merits

an idiot’s answer: how much time is there

in the universe? You will miss most things,

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Poetry Claire Wahmanholm Poetry Claire Wahmanholm

The Field Is Hot and Hotter

To float on something she has never seen,

my daughter will need her teeth, which she did

not get from me. Her liver, yes. Her death

also. Her breath, no. To float, she will not

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Poetry Claire Wahmanholm Poetry Claire Wahmanholm

Sounds Like Rain

a thousand large wings; the tickings and tocks

of a thousand small clocks; fifty sprung springs

on the dark dark sidewalk; sometimes, I say,

it’s like padlocks tsking around their keys;

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