Before long, I found myself thinking and dreaming in German, and I wondered what Dad would have thought of that.
Artists can be canaries flying down into mines or diving underwater.
the trees along
the road we’re cycling down,
and rise on billowing gusts across
He hands me the bottle,
for the grace and rite.
The Michigan Quarterly Review is pleased to announce that you can now submit directly to the Goldstein Poetry Prize. The 2019 prize will be judged by Linda Gregerson. The winner will be announced in Spring 2020. Guidelines can be found below. You can submit via