Three poems by Abigail Wender (poetry, ’08) appear online at New Orleans Review.
House on the Bluff
In winter you strapped the canoe
to the basement ceiling,
every rib written in silt.
Every year the huge lake froze,
ice figures clawed
and covered the pier.
Even in summer we shivered with cold,
my two brothers and I,
the lake growing inside us,
farther from your shore.