Date: March, 2014
"my good mother, // her mind a trail of crumbs / in a woods flocked with birds."
preview | full record— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)
Date: 2016
"The plant's radical desire for what has decayed in the soil stands as a figure for memory, the reaching into dark recesses for what used to be alive."
preview | full record— Wampole, Christy