Kelly Watt

Intimacy unhinged, unpaddocked me. I didn’t want it. …And then it came like an ice cream truck with its weird tinkling music, its sweet...

There were three gnarled and twisted spruce not far from the north bank which were named Faith, Hope, and Charity. Before we left, both...

Because trees are tricky. As are lifetimes. Trickier than you’d think. --John Terpstra I’ve decided to take a departure from reviewing...

His beak could open a bottle, and his eyes—when he lifts their soft lids— go on reading something just beyond your shoulder— Blake,...