On Mothering ©Julia Leverone Grown diverted to light on water, pine boughs hang like wings, their tufts soft-skirted meanwhile root cling and anti-gravity strain. Mother, when my father steadied me as I walked sliding stones, forging the hip-deep river— understand that fathering is a quieter endeavor. But earlier: were we not sisters, dressed in…Read more Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Julia Leverone

Caribou ©Julia Leverone Caribou summer coats look burnt through, pocked from bite scars or molt or the song of persistent sun, the long summer light coursing the tundra, spotlighting them. A cow and her bull are slow in taking their fill from the river bank, rich moss and brush, polychrome, mottled; A couple are there…Read more Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Julia Leverone