End of Summer
As she steps off the bus, I notice dried tracks
on her cheeks.
The sun was out today, waving
through a cool autumn breeze
with nowhere...
What Should Be
Depression is not always darkness.Sometimes it’s padded-room whitenessthe brightness of claustrophobic conversationsindivisibly linked, infinite shards and chips,an overwhelming push toward cleavers of...
Sunrise
Each morning begins before night ends.The dog’s nose nudges her insistent hurryhurry! I can not wait! So in the dark, slow
with sleep and still...
Escape Velocity
Whenever clouds enshroudOrion’s hourglass of starsand the moon stays concealed,I feel a sadness, as if left alone.
Yet how many times have I seen,in...
Dandelion on the Lawn
little roar against shorn green.
Blemishes—to pry outby their stems, bouquets of bright defiance.
No, my father taught me, you wedgethe trowel down,...
In this special edition of The Mid-Atlantic Review, we celebrate the publication of Brandon Douglas' new book, Dipped in Cerulean. Brandon is the 2023...
A SIMPLE MACHINEThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society.
Frayed and wild...
The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
