Fall 2017, Volume 23

Poetry by Steven Reese


We moved, once, like wheat in wind—
various, and yet together,
like birds with one sudden mind
to veer toward higher weather.

It’s only the eye that weeps?
No—arms, too.  Feet, surely.  Thin
skin.  And some place else, that keeps
crying what my name was then.




BIO: Steven Reese’s most recent book of poems is Excentrica: Notes on the Text (BlazeVOX, 2017).  He teaches at Youngstown State University in Ohio.