To the Dead Striped Bass Swimming in Sunset
by Jennifer Stewart Miller

Swim on, beached beauty, agog in the chilly marsh, aglow without scales or skin. May the jut of your jaw, your eyeless eyes, guide you back to the sea. May your body—filleted of flesh— follow so lightly. Long, supple, golden spine. Ribs vaulted with air and light. Moony-white tail. Even the waves lap you a … Continue reading To the Dead Striped Bass Swimming in Sunset
by Jennifer Stewart Miller

On Seeing
by Jennifer Stewart Miller

Genus Planaria—tiny flatworms found under rocks in streams and ponds Sunlight glints off two upside-down shiny tin trash can lids and off the water that fills and fills them from a garden hose: the water shivers in these silvery pools. My mother, cross-legged, hunches over the lids, recording what her flatworms are doing— for this … Continue reading On Seeing
by Jennifer Stewart Miller