The Beyond Black* The shutters are closed. I hear the wings of a bird. Is it white, grey, I ask for I did not know …
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The Beyond Black* The shutters are closed. I hear the wings of a bird. Is it white, grey, I ask for I did not know …
Waiting room to Marco Mackaaij Aknowledge of all things (when well organized)fits in the tight space of acranialvault. It’s no small feat(Newton’s mechanicsRiemannian geometry) alladded to a suitcase that won’t closenot even with the weightof reason (Maxwell’s symmetryFeynman’s quanta) thingsas…
We “took” walks. I think, because, caesurae are things we drink. At least, like medicine. Their application requires we swallow. The Schuylkill incorporates the Wissahickon near where Manayunk East Falls. Rivers, primordial techniques. How we put things in their place.…
Dayna Patterson undertakes an urgent quest for spiritual authenticity in her new collection, “If Mother Braids a Waterfall.”
“Bring Now the Angels” by Dilruba Ahmed & “Toxicon and Arachne” by Joyelle McSweeney address death’s impact on the self and family.
“I see all twelve heavens and you are in every one.”
“there are moments when I think I should’ve moved on / … kept myself taut / to the softness of his affection.”
“His body, the closest place to home that I can go”
Columbia Journal is excited to announce the winners and finalists of our annual Spring Contest, which was judged by Melissa Febos in nonfiction, Analicia Sotelo in poetry, and Kali Fajardo-Anstine in fiction.
“/ I give you / the air / of my lungs / may it be / the aperture / your memory needs”
“Loved like the moon tied to the sky, / sometimes full, / other times fallen-“
“cutting memories of Papa, lined-up / history…”
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