Lizzy Fox’s debut Red List Blue is a book of thoughtful and passionate poetry with just the right amount of neurosis (which is how I like my poetry). Fox’s poems are like quiet meteors—because a meteor is a rock and also a streak of light, …
The act of writing a spoken word poem is like reading a recipe for a cocktail. The first time you do it, you will follow the directions exactly. – When it calls for an engaging title, you will spend hours writing and erasing ideas. When …
It was new ice. Solid at the edges. Thin in the middle. Nicholas slid around the perimeter in his snow boots. Venturing in a little bit and in a little more. It’s fine, he called out. Then hurried back to put his skates on, tightening …
October 22, 2054 Madeleine, It’s my birthday. Twenty years of simulated autumns in this place. Twenty simulated years. I once loved this season. I was born into it. But here, when the green of the leaves is unconvincingly transmuted into gold, it is a …
I immediately set the flute of champagne my boss handed me on the top shelf of the computer station. “I don’t drink,” I said, completing the sentence in my mind, especially on the job. “That’s okay.” Archway swished the liquid in her own glass, …
