Poetry faculty member Gabrielle Calvocoressi was recently featured in Poetry. Read an excerpt of Calvocoressi’s poem below:

Miss you. Would like to grab that chilled tofu we love.

Do not care if  you bring only your light body.
Would just be so happy to sit at the table
and talk about the menu. Miss you.
Wish we could bet which chilis they’ll put
on the cubes of tofu. Our favorite.
Sometimes green. Sometimes red. Roasted
we always thought. But so cold and fresh.
How did they do it? Wish you could be here
to talk about it like it was so important.

Read this poem in its entirety here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/156434/miss-you-would-like-to-grab-that-chilled-tofu-we-love

2019 poetry alum Sarah Audsley was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Broken Palette, All Yellow” below:

Broken Palette, All Yellow

There is the field I imagine & then the field I step into.
This bright study is more or less self-explanatory. If the cave
painters knew viewers would wait in long lines, or that digital
representations would be gazed upon from the comfort
of sofas on tablets & devices, would they have amplified tones
of ochre, red & yellow? Or drawn the black lines thicker with a steadier hand?
Without society, without culture, there are no neatly outlined, named,
categorized colors; there are only infinite colorations forming an improbable
continuum
. Or made portraits of themselves instead of animals leaping
across stonewalls; or painted them pornographic to shock & excite?

Read this poem in its entirety here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-sarah-audsley/

2010 poetry alum Laura Van Prooyen was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “A Year Like None Other” below:

A Year Like None Other


That year all elective surgeries were cancelled, and I
was the only patient. Once my appendix was gone,
my abdomen cleared of the spill, I was neither
sick nor well. Recovering, but alone.

Because we are all in danger
of what we cannot see:  no visitors. A nurse
to help me shower, to check bandages when I pressed
the button to be seen.

I can move these days without fear in the company of scars.

Read this poem in its entirety here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-laura-van-prooyen/

2021 poetry alum Hannah Silverstein was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “America is a Cross Between” below:

America Is a Cross Between

                                               After Catie Rosemurgy

An apostrophe and a possession.
A retreat and a quarantine.
A meeting request and an ambush.

A screwdriver and a screw.
A spitball and personal protective equipment.

Caller ID and an ineptly sabotaged trust.
An open book and that gas station mirror you scratched your initials into.

Pop Rocks and your neighbor’s AR-15 firing range.
The ugly duckling and an irate gander hissing you back to open water.

Read this poem in its entirety here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-hannah-silverstein/

2020 poetry alum Margaret Ray was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Along for the Ride” below:

Along for the Ride

Sweet Fears  don’t worry
the windshield wipers work  see
those flakes in the air
don’t worry  they’re going
somewhere melted  melting
and our view will be clear 
Look at this exit before us
we don’t have to stay
on this grief highway forever
look turn just slightly
and we can pull over for snacks…

Read this poem in its entirety, as well as two others, here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-margaret-ray/

2021 poetry alum Lauren Carlson was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Making a Way Around the Castle” below:

Making a Way for the Castle

Composure, first tell
me what it is. For example

fire. Warmth is what I
love. Fire’s comfort

is undeniable and you’ll
grant anyone that.

You tell me
other people are warm

and I have some
unnamable characteristic.

It whispers come here
in your ear.

Read this poem in its entirety, as well as two others, here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-lauren-k-carlson/

2004 poetry alum Colleen Abel was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Lament with Six Stitches” below:

Lament with Six Stitches

Everyone who looks at you sees
my face in your face

but this is a part of you I do not know:
one of the only parts, this inside of your skin, 

many layers down, flanged with white 
and pulpy-red, exactly as a split fruit.

Less than I ever do I see myself in you now—
blood trail down your shirt, the hole gaping 

between your eyes—I, who am so careful,
who only came close once to slipping

out from this world’s grasp: the day you 
came into it, a noose around your neck

that almost killed us both. And here 
we are again. 

Read this poem in its entirety, as well as another, here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-colleen-abel/

2007 poetry alum Katie Bowler Young was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Twilight Walks” below:

Twilight Walks

Through crowds and parks, past homes and shops,
across crosswalks, uphill, our quiet slipping
into conversation: which way now, our pasts,
what didn’t last: his son’s car, my first marriage,

and then through the narrow gate of a school,
where, near a fountain’s pool, there’s a mural
of a man, his open hands, with a woman, wide-eyed,
birds at her side and in her hair… 

Read this poem in its entirety here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-katie-bowler-young/

2019 poetry alum Charles Douthat was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Grounds” below:

Grounds

And after draining water pipes for winter
and latching shutters closed, after strapping
suitcases to the station wagon’s rack
and taking up a basement shovel 

I’d dig a foot-deep, yard-wide earth-hole 
downhill from our two-room mountain cabin,
then wait for my father and the grease-soaked
brown-paper bag of kitchen leavings

he’d carry down.  Ceremoniously
he would nod, release the uplifted bag,
and we’d watch it strike dirt and split apart,
spewing out meat gristle and banana peels,

chicken bones and eggshells. . . 

Read this poem in its entirety here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-charles-douthat/

2006 poetry alum Idris Anderson was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Blue Bear” below:

Blue Bear

It must be abstract but with colors,
green for the magnolia, yellow for the finches
in the white cage. Blue is the bear I stitched for you
from velour and buttons and leaned on the fence of your bed.

Already I’ve drifted into narrative
and particulars, the name of the bear I will tell you,
and the story of the stitching, the colors of zinnias tall
in your window. There are no screens between you and me

and the zinnias. I could touch them
from the chair where I sit by your bed
reading, opening the space in which you are dying,
all the world should come in, petals like paper arrows—

purple-red, pink, gold, sharp-raw
as the rasp of your breathing. Don’t die,
I’m thinking. Live so I can carry you back
to the beach, your house where I slept on the porch,

the sea pounding,
shells rattling in laps of waves,
so many in the turned-up hem of your shirt
pulled close to your heart, your small breasts

brooding metastasis.
Dying is what you wanted,
no measures, let alone extreme,
anything but this lingering drug-induced limbo.

Read this poem in its entirety here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-10-idris-anderson/