A poem by alum Fay Dillof (poetry, ’15) appears in Shadowgraph Quarterly:

Now trees, that tree,

part dead, part red, where plums,

who knows when, the seasons exploding

into one another, will form

and then it’ll be

a competition: squirrels v the height

we reach on chairs. And the heart

is not the pit but the hard bite

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