Emergence by Megan Snyder-Camp Springtime: the drying rivergives up bottlecaps, bullets, washing machines.Once upon a time a line redrawnmeant a self made sensible.If it were art you’d call these muddy revelationspentimento, little seed, stumble-root,what I meant not...
Accumulation by Megan Snyder-Camp Two months after she leftwe drove to a cliff by the highway and broke rocks openat the shaded table. A volunteer showed ushow to pry the rocks apart like books,like a baby does to books, exposing one protected moment in timeor...
Overkill by Megan Snyder-Camp the ice shelf / online / I mean I have three kids already the pleasure / walking up a hill / breathless sea level / or to holler down from the top of the stairs / to holler we can take a sibling pair / or maybe even three / depending my...
