Poetry

My grandmother at first refused, but the truth slippedthrough like sun breaking a pond’s icy face—there was a girl wearing a pearl gown who bridge-bent,a snowdrop on the church steps, and said Erzulie stepped inside.Wreathed in Communion buds, the girl almost drownedkissing her reflection in an alabaster baptismal font.The goddess shivers into a bride who …

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Associate Editor Andy Sia: When I encountered Aaliyah Anderson’s poem after the last passenger pigeon, Martha, in the slush pile, I was immediately intrigued, given Martha’s ties to Cincinnati—Martha died at the Cincinnati Zoo after most of her life there. More broadly, I’m drawn to Anderson’s rendering of death as a continuation that is not …

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