Cincinnati Review

The house would have folded sooner, but its clocks lost their hands.

I come back the next day and throw every curl sloughing itself off my head on the butcher scale.

In Brooke Middlebrook’s “Après L’Ondée,” scent is a mode of inquiry that necessitates sensitivity down to the level of the molecular.

Assistant Editor Kate Jayroe: As writers, we learn to accept that much of our drafting and crafting happens in solitude, so it was a fun surprise to encounter a collaborative prose poem by three writers! In “Yonder,” there’s a delightful union of the unexpected and the subtle. We, the readers, find ourselves traveling with this …