Mentioned on New Pages!

My poem: THE DEPARTUREMomma, your daughter is dripping down the side of the world, dissipating slowly.
I thought you should know.
At night I hear the police helicopter circling like a fat buzzard, contemplating if it
will kill- perhaps, not kill. It hums as it picks the city clean while I am a sieve,
howling hungry. I gape and gape and run right through the days, thinking: to kill
or not to kill. I thought you should know.
Tuesday rolled into Wednesday and I was caught somewhere between, slipping
through myself. I dreamt of orchards: tart citrus splitting my tongue and bees
working themselves through my hair. Grandpa was there, asking after Grandma,
his shirt, crisp from the iron, eclipsing the fruits. He was no more reachable than
the summers he spent under the verandah, his shirt, crisp from the iron, safe from
the sun. I was eight, treading water, and from the edges: bursting oleander. You
were coming to pick me up, Momma. When I dried off, my legs read: MEAN MEAN!
MEAN and I was balled was included in issue #27 of Up the Staircase Quarterly upthestaircase.org/rhiannon-th… which just received a review over at New Pages. I was mentioned, pretty cool!

"...Editor April Michelle Bratten does a great job of selecting art that not just opens the issue well, but also chooses aptly when it comes to the images paired with each poem.

The poetry section starts off strong. Rhiannon Thorne’s “The Departure” kicks it off. Beginning: “Mama, your daughter is dripping down the side of the world, dissipating slowly,” readers are immersed in the speaker’s dissipation, “caught somewhere between, slipping through myself. I dreamt [. . .]” Louis Staeble’s “Radiate” is the accompanying photograph; its muted tones and texture pair nicely with the atmosphere of Thorne’s poem.

With a completely different mood than Thorne’s piece, Al Ortolani in “Fox on Greenway Lane” recounts the release of a trapped fox back into the wild..."

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PS, also in the issue?