Final judge for the Prize was poet Sun Yung Shin. The Day I Met St. He is the saint you invoke if you want to know the truth, so, naturally I had some questions. He told me the secret to not burning the second piece of toast. He listened while I asked him. He taught me the equation. Getting Cancer. I asked him how you lose. Story Rhinehart is a writer, choreographer and artist.
Story has been published in The Caribbean Writer. Story is a graduate of Wesleyan University. She lives in Shaker Heights, Ohio, with her husband, her two daughters, and their dog, Banton. She is a Pushcart nominee and the author of three chapbooks. More info: www. The rich sweetness of the Appalachian blackberry, now fully ripe, is not found in the fruit but flows from.
Just as Shunryu is a direct lineage to Dogen, one thought actualized. As heart is an organ with neurons. Climbing the steps and passing the ki nook.
Emerging at night, a spirit scent, to relish the garden. Nearly a speck in front of a massive pinnacle of metamorphosed dolomite, her tiny figure. In the morning, her spots sometimes flicker. All parts of the cycle connect to other parts.
All plants enter inside you when you inhale. Then, exhaling, you enter them. All being in- side and outside you. We are almost entirely water, bacteria, dust, ecosystems inscribed inside ecologies, eco-. I sing elisions of my cells and archaic nebulae.
