“The problem is that I’m a stranger to myself,” Délani Valin writes halfway through her début collection Shapeshifters, in “What are the Ethics of Picking a Stinging Plant?” The third paragraph of this clever, subtle prose poem continues…
Nyla Matuk | FAMILY HEIRLOOMS
FAMILY HEIRLOOMS Quartzite A crevasse decorated with icicles rose ahead, as if the deep cleft just now surmounted had not provided sufficient majesty. We considered clusters of clouds; they contained almost everything that was important to us. Schist Not this dent du requin, nor the quartzite and schist, granite and gneiss, which, despite their styles […]