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...
Oldest Living Things
Spring again, dizzy with babies.Grisly groundhogs crawl from the shed.Frenzied Chipmunks traverse the drive.Cardinals dip and swirl over the doehiding in the...
stars melt in your skin
for R.M
quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder.
you first reminisced, as if...
After William Carlos Williams
So much
De
Pends
Uponthe dazed chickens
Fraughtwith meltwater
Besidesthe demonic and menacing
Icecream truck
Thatcirculates the neighborhood
Withan off-key kilter tune:
(Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...
