A poem by alum Francine Conley (poetry, ’14) appears at The Collagist:

My boat lost in a place like surrender.

The sky is a curtain opening itself to glow-in-the-dark
celestial patterns.

It’s a map memorized as four points
with water all around.

I cannot hear my voice in the waves.

The world breaks up from so much weight
and miscomprehension.

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