“Nothing’s Perfect. Only,” by Laura Kasischke
Nothing’s perfect. Only
the first summer day I dipped
my son’s tiny toes
into the cold careless gray
of Lake Michigan.
Nothing’s perfect. Only
the first summer day I dipped
my son’s tiny toes
into the cold careless gray
of Lake Michigan.
In our Winter 2015 issue, Don Lago focuses on messages from outer space, Barbara Mann examines the films of Amos Gitai, Alesia Fay Montgomery looks at Detroit.
Fiction, recent and early, by Nicholas Delbanco (with introductions from Peter Ho Davies and Jonathan Freedman); also from Karen Heuler, Angie Pelekidis, Shubha Sunder, and Hannah Thurman.
Poetry by Martha Collins, Laura Kasischke, Circe Maia, Aaron McCollough, and Matthew Moser Miller.