Poetry
Autumn/ September 1967
It Is Night, in My Study
It is night in my study. The deepest solitude; I hear the steady shudder in my breast –for it feels all alone, and blanched by my mind–and I hear my […]
Read the winning piece of our 2025 Nonfiction Contest “Through the Mirror” by Jessie Cato selected by Lucy Ives.
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Autumn/ September 1967
It is night in my study. The deepest solitude; I hear the steady shudder in my breast –for it feels all alone, and blanched by my mind–and I hear my […]